On Thu, 25 Dec 2003 22:14:12 +0000, noah wrote:

It's just the jon boat, but there's a few days left of the waterfowl season up
here.

There's still something magic about throttling up in the icy dark, even if
it's only 15 hp. For the jon boat, that's more than enough.

I've been in boats on streams, lakes, rivers, and oceans, and it's basically
all the same to me. Whether I'm hunting, fishing, paddling, or riding, there
is an elemental connection between me, the boat, and the water. I can't truly
describe it, it is beyond me, it is a connection that is buried in my soul, my
core, and my blood.


Ya Got That Right!

You have said so elequently what is in my soul as well. Doesn't matter if it's
the 12ft tinny skimming over the Fraser, Far Cove on a Screaming Reach, Valkyrie
rumbling along on plane, or Vinyl Valerie getting pulled around the lake by a
4lb rainbow, it's all boating, and if I'm in a boat, I'm happy!

I was raised near Harrison Hot Springs, and we had a slough on the farm. When my
sister and I were about 8, our dad made a "punt" (I think you'd call it a
jonboat) out of a sheet of plywood and some 1x12s and we happily splashed around
the slough for years. Been "boating" since then.

Lloyd Sumpter
"Far Cove" Catalina 36