Rest in peace my friend
A week ago my step dad fell off his roof while cleaning leaves. My younger brother tried to break his fall. After seeing where the fall happened, I’m convinced he saved my step dad’s life. My brother is a former Marine and one hell of a tough dude. My brother’s back was broken in the accident. My step dad is busted up but thankfully nothing was broken. My brother had surgery and will have a gnarly scar but he’s walking and that’s all that matters. My wife and I had planned on being there at the time we were for an early Christmas with that side of the family so of course I had a trip lined up with some of my Southern homies. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to fish but it all worked out and damned it was needed. The fish had lockjaw when it came to meat but we laughed our asses off from sunup til sundown and that is the best kind of therapy a person can get.
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Hope everything ends well for your brother. Damn lucky he was there for your step-dad.
Thanks Rick. That’s for sure. Hope to see you at the party Thursday
Some call it fishing, for most we call it logging….. (“We don’t have logs like this in the North?”) With this dysfunctional group of half wits, all you can do is laugh. It was great to get on the water with you again. Until next time.
I’m just glad my log sticking mojo left me and possessed Nate
The mojo passed to another Northerner, somebody had to boat those logs.
I’ll lift my glass tonight to your brother, unsung hero.