Kerry Hansen wrote:
After reading this and all the great responses it brings a lot to my mind. After a tough week at work I would be down on the river for the week end and I could leave all the crap of the job behind. All I had to do was cast my lure up stream and feel it drift and occasionally tap on the bottom to tell me it was where it should be and feel for a Steelhead or Springer to pick it up. Listen to the joking of fellow fishermen. What a way to decompress. If I caught anything it was a bonus and quite neat since I and my partners were using rods I built. About the Elk camp I remember while I was in college and in my first Engineering Drawing class, I had driven down to the Elk camp where My Dad and all his hunting buddies were. I remember Dad and his friends would be sitting in the big main octagon shaped army tent BS-ing having a good time while I sat in an eight man pup style tent where all the supplies were and sitting on a stool under a Coleman Lantern doing my freehand drawings of objects showing three views for each and showing all the hidden lines and things for each. My Professor Dr. Louis Secos Tomay was quite a guy and really old school, lot of home work!! So much so that many people dropped out or failed. They couldn't handle all of the work so we went from two full classes 1st quarter to two half full classes 2nd quarter to about a half a class the third and final quarter. When The Communists rolled into Hungry his students spirited him and his family out of the country ahead of them. as a kid I would hike out the old logging railroad track line to the country with my dog and a fishing rod, .22 rifle, or my single shot 16 gauge shot gun and spend to whole day by myself. What a wonderful life I was lucky to have. I was lucky that Dad, one of 7 kids, was the only one who took up fishing and hunting and thus I was the recipient of his knowledge. Thanks for starting this thread, brings so many memories!
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My oh my Kerry this reply was something else. Amazing how a little running water can take the mind to places we thought would never come about again.