I was on active duty, post divorce, when Dad said come spend Christmas with me & your mother. Filled out leave slip & was on my way to a little house on a lake back a sandy road in Central Florida. Christmas Day Dad said we’re crappie fishing ... ok. Fog was so thick you couldn’t see 100’ ... we had 4 cane poles with bobbers & 1/16 unpainted jigs with 2” white mister twisters ... a 14’ glass boat of some sort with a 12 volt trolling motor & 6 hp Johnson ... on the floor of the boat was an empty 2 stroke oil container with a rope & bike lock. What’s this for I asked? You’ll see he said. Moments later a fire drill happened while dragging the twisters & as fast as we get them in the boat & back in the water it was an instant replay. Splash went the oil container with lock - it was a marker buoy. We slowly circled until they stopped, retrieved the buoy & continued to drift slowly along only to occur 2 more X before the fog burned off. Dad said You’ll remember this as long as you live ... yeah I have ... thanks dad. He’s been gone 25 years.
Make some memories with your loved ones. Time is precious.
Merry Christmas & God Bless 🇺🇸
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