10-17-2010, 04:31 AM
My 87-year-old uncle has been a little down in the dumps about losing his drivers license he is almost blind. He didn't know I knew about it since I found out from his daughter. Last year he told me that losing his eyesight was one of his biggest fears. Those fears are now starting to come true.
I called him up and asked him to take me fishing at his favorite trout fishing hole he picked Unity Lake Oregon. I got to his house on Thursday night and him and my Aunt took me out to dinner, and gave me my one-day fishing license. He said it was on him and I better not argue. I didn’t. I thanked him and gave him a hand shake he gave me a
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I spent the night with him and my aunt. We got up early she fixed us a big breakfast and I drove his pickup to go fishing. He insisted that we took his truck since all his stuff was in it. I said that would be great. We got there and he said “we were early enough to get the good spot”. As most of you know I fish out of either my tube or toon so fishing from the bank was new to me, well at least kind of new.
My aunt, and uncle lived 150 miles away when I grew up. Back in the late 60’s and early 70’s that was a very long way to drive back in those days. We never got to know each other until the last 5 years. Boy did I miss out.
Back at the lake we talked about everything, family, friends, hunting. The day went by quickly too quickly. I got to hear some WWII stories, good and bad. I poured his coffee, and handed him bait so he didn’t bend over, and I told a few stories of my own. I used his methods of fishing, and we just had time to just talk. He told me that he was disappointed about losing the drivers license, and his sight. I told him I have missed my Dad since his death in 2005. He asked, “ Did your Dad (his brother) ever take you fishing or hunting? No I told him. He was too busy trying to make a living to go. He asked what kind of a living is that? I had to agree. I told him “ that is why I need you now. I know things are getting tough to do and you can’t get around like you used to. I will help. I will do what ever it takes for you to get to go”. He looked back out at the water or maybe he was looking at the tip of his fishing pole. He said “ I guess I could do that, I can show you some spots and show you how we did it back in the day”. He said “I was going to sell my truck since I can’t use it. Looks like I might need it a bit longer”. Uncle Jim didn’t catch a fish on Friday, but he said it was one of the best days fishing he has had in a long time. I don’t know why but I limited out. I used the same gear and bait. But it won’t be the fishing I will remember about Lake Unity. My uncle Jim has always been my hero. While bullets no longer bounce off his chest and he no longer can jump a tall building in a single bound, he can still take me fishing.
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I called him up and asked him to take me fishing at his favorite trout fishing hole he picked Unity Lake Oregon. I got to his house on Thursday night and him and my Aunt took me out to dinner, and gave me my one-day fishing license. He said it was on him and I better not argue. I didn’t. I thanked him and gave him a hand shake he gave me a
. I spent the night with him and my aunt. We got up early she fixed us a big breakfast and I drove his pickup to go fishing. He insisted that we took his truck since all his stuff was in it. I said that would be great. We got there and he said “we were early enough to get the good spot”. As most of you know I fish out of either my tube or toon so fishing from the bank was new to me, well at least kind of new.
My aunt, and uncle lived 150 miles away when I grew up. Back in the late 60’s and early 70’s that was a very long way to drive back in those days. We never got to know each other until the last 5 years. Boy did I miss out.
Back at the lake we talked about everything, family, friends, hunting. The day went by quickly too quickly. I got to hear some WWII stories, good and bad. I poured his coffee, and handed him bait so he didn’t bend over, and I told a few stories of my own. I used his methods of fishing, and we just had time to just talk. He told me that he was disappointed about losing the drivers license, and his sight. I told him I have missed my Dad since his death in 2005. He asked, “ Did your Dad (his brother) ever take you fishing or hunting? No I told him. He was too busy trying to make a living to go. He asked what kind of a living is that? I had to agree. I told him “ that is why I need you now. I know things are getting tough to do and you can’t get around like you used to. I will help. I will do what ever it takes for you to get to go”. He looked back out at the water or maybe he was looking at the tip of his fishing pole. He said “ I guess I could do that, I can show you some spots and show you how we did it back in the day”. He said “I was going to sell my truck since I can’t use it. Looks like I might need it a bit longer”. Uncle Jim didn’t catch a fish on Friday, but he said it was one of the best days fishing he has had in a long time. I don’t know why but I limited out. I used the same gear and bait. But it won’t be the fishing I will remember about Lake Unity. My uncle Jim has always been my hero. While bullets no longer bounce off his chest and he no longer can jump a tall building in a single bound, he can still take me fishing.
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