The river was great, though. I used to skip school to go fishing on our twenty-foot bass boat (sorry, Dr. Drewniak). Before my friend Flanders moved out of Missouri we would go fishing every single night.
We had a great time. Our boat could go through 2-3 inches of water with the jet assembly. It rocked. One time, while fishing in the middle of the day, the game warden pulled up to the boat. He looked warily at my 190 pound Great Dane, and asked if he could look in the live well. I was a catch-and-release person, so there was nothing in there. I don’t think he ever actually looked at the live well, because he kept staring at Soren.
Then there were the times that I was going around a tight turn, and Soren would move. I can’t tell you how many times I thought I was going to bury the boat in a bank on a shoal. Another great memory was when my friends Flanders and Chris were swimming next to the boat, and I was at the helm. I steered the boat through Boiling Spring and they practically walked on water to get out of the cold. Don’t mean to be a turkey, but man that was funny....
Maybe someday Annie and I will venture back there. That was two lives ago, but it was one of the greatest…
Happy that I had it for a while.