Thanks for the lessons Grandpa Fred
The weekend camping at Lake Casitas, catching my first trout.
Learning how to melt a glass bottle in the campfire.
My first Bowie knife and how to sharpen it.
Learning to balance the rod to feel the catfish bite has caught me many.
Watching you go down into the tules to gaff a monster whisker.
Shocking my wife perpetually.
For your Browning BAR 22 that I will forever keep.
For all these things, for all that you did good for me, I hope Gammy isn't kicking your butt too hard in the Great Beyond right now.
You will be missed Grandpa Fred. Rest in Peace.
January 7, 2007
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.