On Oct 15, 1:09*am, Mike wrote:
Ah yes and as I was passing over the mountain in central Pa. I came
acrossed 2 souls attempting to to coax a trout or two from a small
stream I slowed down and told them there was a storm a-brewing with
clap of thunder and bolts of lightening haven't heard anything said
the souls then came the clap of thunder and the bolts of lightening
climb in the back I tell these 2 souls so they climbed into the steel
flatbed body (not tin} wasn't real sure if we were going to get them
to the cherry run cabin unscathed or fried..........Was a great clave
that year for sure..........

Hadn't thought about that day for a long time. I've had many great
days on trout streams. Sharing that one on Cherry Run with Mark,
catching numerous sparkling brook jewels, ranks high among them.
Riding back to the cabin in the back of a truck, dodging lightning
bolts, gave the whole experience a certain quotidian comico-mystical
quality worthy of treatment by someone like McManus.....or maybe
Traver would be a better choice. Yeah, I think so. The bear in the
tent would be more in McManus's line.

The only disappointment I recall in the trip was that day on the
bridge. There we were, with front row seats at a show that promised
certain disaster, excruciating physical pain, blood, and general
mayhem, and Frank........Frank, the chiselling *******, did not float
down the stream upside-down, Frank did not have a leg broken by a
falling tree, Frank did not fracture his skull on a bridge abutment,
Frank did not bleed out after perforating a major artery with one of
his famous fighting craws, Frank did not disappear in a pool of
quicksand. No, Frank lost his bug in a shrubbery and then walked out
of the stream unscathed, saying, "next!"

I wanted my money back.

giles