I really enjoyed the boating-drinking from 9am until 11pm on weekends. Sure the fishing may not have been the best, but the company was always cool, and we always saw some cool animals. My first bald eagle sighting was on that river.
I had such a hard time keeping Ivy out of the water. Damn, that dog had a built-in paddle wheel.
<sigh>
I have places like that from my childhood that I hope to share with my kids some day. Part of me fears that will never happen. But the dream of it is a good thing.
Wow Dave, I didn’t know you as “the angler”, or not, as you’ve mentioned.
I’m a BASS MASTER in a river, wading just as so (I believe in wading, I don’t know what it is). you mentioned fishin’ and drinkin from 9 to 11, and it made me think of my time at Schofield, where we would go early in the morning to the store, buy 3 fish a piece (one for each hook) and head for the docks. Days like that were filled with lots of beer, sting rays (we’d catch and use as bait) and jabbing with the locals with sometimes 6 hours between each bite, all hoping to catch the 17 foot tiger shark with the standard 500 pnd test. A row of rods with bells on the top and if you were lucky to get a strike, it would take a 30 pnd creature to ring your bell. That with a possible 4 hour reel in time, and all the locals would grab their bats.. (again, anticipating the 17 ft tiger)
Alan
My family is from O.K and the Ozarks--my last name is indeed Yoakum.
I thought you looked beautiful in your wedding dress.