Both great stories......
Coach .....you have a little Ruark in you there brother.
We've had a place on Blind River for now close to 50 years. Actually my grandfather and great uncle sold it in 1984 because those two old farts could not settle an argument.
It was gone. We were crushed, but all too young, starting families and just plain broke.
Then the Lord blessed us with the chance to buy it back ten years ago.
The fishing is awful there, but the memories are the same.
Can't even count the PBR's that handed to my grandfather there, and always got the first sip. Smoked a few there as well.
Played Bou-Ray for kitchen matches there with my grandmother and great Aunt.
We still catch blue grab there.......but the fish are slim.
My kids are swinging off the same tree I did when I was a young puck.
My son at twelve can drive a boat better than most grownups can drive a car.
The smell of that swamp makes my brain ease........
I've been blessed enough have guys from all over the country. No one leaves there the same.......
I really like the winter there.......the hounds of winter on the Blind River as we call them. (a sting song) But there is nothing like that little wood stove and cooking a hen and andouille gumbo there.
Thanks for story man.......I think I have an idea how important the place was to who you are today.
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