Dedication To My Grandfathers

Lawerance Boyd Fishing Story By Bill Continued:

So, we started out with Dad rowing us across the lake (across the lake, of course) to the area of drop offs and underwater brush heaps where the fish congregated.

When we reached the target area, Dad, to my surprise and delight, asked if I wished to row along the shore while he trolled for big crappies and maybe a nice bass. What a thrill. Dad was trusting me to row the boat. Wow! All was well for several minutes. Dad caught once nice crappie and had a few good strikes. Then, all of a sudden, we were sitting up above the water line going nowhere. I had rowed us on top of a sunken tree stump. If I knew what mortified meant that is what I would have said I was. But, all I could do was exclaim in great embarrassment that I didn’t know where that stump had come from. As was so typically Dad, he did not scold me or even ask how I had managed to row us on top of a tree stump. After saying something like “damn,” he calmly pulled in his fishing line and using the oars pushed us off of the stump and we were on our way. However, this time he rowed and I fished. I cannot remember whether I caught any fish, but it was one unforgettable experience.

William Boyd February 5, 2005.

The photo below shows Grandpa Boyd, Larry and Gloria. The photo was included with Bill's story because this is the boat they were fishing out of.

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