The Evenings
As has become a tradition on Dad's hunting and fishing trips, our evenings in camp are all fairly similar. And to me, they are one of the highlights of each day.
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| The Evening Gathering |
Then the four of us would head back to our cabin for cribbage and a nightcap. Tom had a beer, Dad a scotch, and Jim and I a bourbon. We spent the time solving world conflicts, discussing how to spend lottery winnings, and telling stories of past hunting or fishing trips. The cribbage resulted in one victory each for Dad, Jim, and Jerry, and a Participation Award for Tom.
Simple times. Embarking on fishing trips with these guys not only casts lines into tranquil waters but also weaves threads of camaraderie and tradition, strengthening the bonds that connect us. Each catch becomes a shared story, each quiet moment a cherished memory, underlining the enduring ties that define family. Thanks, Dad, for suggesting that we do this again this year....can't wait for the next one!


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