Saturday, April 25, 2020
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Hi To All, My fondest memory of my Uncle was when one summer I spent some time up at his A-Frame cottage that he had built himself. Jim was quite the outdoor man there as he often told stories of portages and taking out the American's on little hunting excursions when they flew into the little landing strip he had built for such trips. Above all, Jim loved to fish and the desire was often shared and passed onto his friends. For many years he had 2 or 3 muskie heads all taxidermied up in the back of his car that he had caught on one of his trips. I recall, he had been out to B.C. there and pulled in a 75 lb salmon which he had pulled in. Anyhow, one afternoon on my visit to his cabin we got in his row boat and taxied out to the Little Mississippi River which by the way Jim had access to right from a little creek that ran right up to the cabin making it an easy way in to the River. That is, when the Beavers weren't damming it up all the time, Jim complained about that quite a wee bit...lol. While, after some instructions from Jim and the addition of a hula-popper lure on my line (a sure fire lure for bass according to Jim) I got a strike and saw my catch bursting into the air with my lure in its mouth. What a thrill that was! Jim helped me bring er into the boat and we stuck it out for a couple more hours as they were still hitting. When the bugs started to move in, we came back in and put our catch into the buttered fry pan. Of course , it was over an open fire and I will never forget how good it tasted. To this day, I can still remember Jim and I stuffing ourselves with the evening's catch and lighting up his coleman latern's before we hunkered down for the night. Thanks for the memories there Uncle, you will always be remembered by me for your kindness and laughter.,,.. Bob
