Fishing Buddy
When I was a little kid my grandfather took me fishing. Started out with with a hook and hot dogs as bait and over the years I graduated to real spinning gear. As I got older he added an occasional puff on his cigar, a snort from his flask, (mom never found out) rest her soul, and fishing knowledge as needed. After college, living out west, I was lucky to team up a guy who was into fly fishing and the obsession began for me. For years we would fish together spending all of our free time chasing trout around Colorado, Arizona, and New Mexico. Then I got married and moved east and as luck would have it I ran into a guy who not only loved fly fishing but was happy to be my assistant little league coach. We would go fishing several times a year, and coached our kids together. Well, he up and moved last week. Retired, he and his wife are living the dream. Traveling for a year, then they plan to live in Montana (I'm not jealous). So I find myself without a fishing buddy for the first time in a long while. Someone who doesn't mind getting up at ungodly hours, driving ridiculous distances, solving the world's problems, complaining about kids, wives, jobs, and enjoying the cold beer at the end of the day. So if you see me out there by myself looking a little lost give me a shout, I can always use a fishing buddy.
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