A birthday gift winds up worth the wait

I’ve been promising a buddy of mine a day on the water. For about four fricken years. Things just never seemed to work out though.

His birthday came around, and he, the wife, and the kids packed up and came to Denver. Then the whole family got a flu bug, and once again it looked like fishing would be out.

The phone rang at 9:30am. We’re all feeling better, dude. Come pick me up.

It snowed, never broke twenty degrees, and the wind howled.

And we stuck pig after pig after pig after pig.

Happy birthday Hans.

MG signing off (to thaw my still frozen fingers)