Fisherman,
I need your advice. This spring I'm going to teach my grandchildren to fish and would like your input on life vests.
I grew up swimming every day since I was 6 years old and can swim like a fish, but l need to set a example and wear one also. My weight is 205 lbs, wanting to get down to 185. Almost everything I wear is Camo, yes even my under shorts. So mine must be Camo. My wife is a little larger than me 225 lbs and doesn't swim well. My grandson, Gizmo is 6 yrs old and weighs about 57 lbs. My granddaughter, Lil Raccoon is 5 and rather small. Weighing about 37 lbs. And the most active of all Tiger 2 years old and about 20 lbs.
Yes that is actually what Grandpa ( me ) calls them
Anyway their safety is paramount, and your suggestions on PDF's would be most appreciated.
One other thing. Lil Raccoon can swim with arm floaties. Gizmo is hesitant and won't go into the water, but wants to fish like Grandpa does. And Tiger I'm sure that if he saw a fish would jump in after it.

An Old-Fashioned Treatment

In the late 1930s and 1940s, my mother, and as far as I know her family would use kerosene as an antiseptic for wounds of all types. I suppose that if there were more serious wounds, then a trip to town to see a doctor were in order.
On at least two incidences that I recall, she used kerosene without any undue side effect. In the first case, my dog Bruce went missing for several days. I would go out with food for him, and call and call and he wouldn’t come. Finally, on Monday morning, I saw him come limping along. His right rear leg had been cut completely in to, except for bit of skin holding it on.
I called for my mother, and I held him while she applied some small wooden splints and bound them all together with some bandages and then soaked all in kerosene. In about a week, his leg had reattached and grew back together. He did not have any feeling because all the nerves had been severed. When he would be running fast, sometimes he would put the leg down o help stabilize himself, but other than that he carried it off the ground.
On another occasion, my mother and I were hoeing and thinning cotton. At the end of a row there was a large clump of Johnson grass, and I was trying my best to chop it up by the roots. At one swing of my hoe, I miscalculated, and my hoe went on through this clump of grass and hit my ankle. It cut through my shoe and made a deep laceration in my lower ankle. We were probably more than a mile from our house, so we went by Uncle Alex’s farmhouse and there was no one home. Mom went inside and found their can of kerosene and soaked my ankle.
We then walked on to our house and there she cleaned the wound with soap and water, dried it and again applied some kerosene. It healed itself without any problems. Obviously, today there are other remedies that are better than kerosene. But while hydrocarbon-based treatments for wounds will work, there are some disadvantages. At that time, that was all we had, and it worked. Just Sayin….RJS