"Wes Chormicle" wrote...
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We caught about a dozen fish, lost a whole bunch more, and never saw another
person or car. We talked about more things then I have thought about in a
long time. After we were through, we sat in the truck and drank some hot
chocolate and watched the fish rise as dusk descended. Soon deer and elk
were cautiously coming down to the water for a drink. We sat transfixed as
we took it all in. We started home when my son Clinton (named for his
grandfather, not the president) asked me, "Dad, when grandpa died and you
put his fishing pole in the coffin, do you suppose this is what heaven is
like?" I smiled and said, "I sure hope so."

That's one smart 9 year old! Thanks for the story.
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TL,
Tim
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