Got out for a few. Canadian Kid rocks on the river.

My cousins family was in town to visit my Aunt. Got to see them for a bit on Saturday. They were leaving the next morning to head home. This is Braden. He is 12. He never got to meet his grandpa, my uncle. That man was good to me. He took me fishing when I was Braden's age. He let me hold the light and fetch tools when he and my dad worked on things. When I was a little older, he was the kind that said, pick up the tool and do it. It's the only way you will know. My Uncle Paul took me out on Chick Lake and showed me how a big bluegill could not ignore a popping bug on the end of fly line. I never got the hang of fly, but I knew I liked catching fish.

It was late in the day, but when I asked if he would like to go, it was a definite yes. We had 2 hours, he agreed to the boat rules, so off we went.

He was ready.



Big ships are cool.



Thankfully, the fish were right were I hoped.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iTyo9Ph1ws


And, he's behavior was good enough to earn seat at the wheel.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5S2ihmiPwuo


The ship was off loading when we were headed home.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZpFdkuQ7sQ


We had fun.





Hardee's was having a cruise in as we stopped.







We had a good time. Thanks Uncle Paul. I still miss you.

Dayton