01-13-2012, 11:28 PM
[#502800]We were at Soda Lake in Wyoming trolling flies behind my pontoon boat and Ken Hunt an old fishing buddy of mine, "Yep the one who used to pitch for Cincinnati" had this big steel framed chair that his father in law had made special for him, because he was such a large framed guy. The chair fit perfectly in the front of my boat and Ken insisted that he sit in it there.[/#502800]
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[#502800]After a couple of hours of fishing, Ken kind of dozed off and fell out of the front of the boat, chair and all.[/#502800]
[#502800]I turned around and all I could see was his hat floating. Pretty soon he came sputtering to the surface and I could not lift him in the boat.[/#502800]
[#502800]I had him hang onto the side and got the boat near enough to the shore until his feet could touch the bottom.[/#502800]
[#502800]Needless to say, the special made chair stayed at the bottom of the lake, and we always joked about the big brown trout that used to sit in his chair at the bottom of the lake, until the day that Ken passed away.[/#502800]
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[#502800]After a couple of hours of fishing, Ken kind of dozed off and fell out of the front of the boat, chair and all.[/#502800]
[#502800]I turned around and all I could see was his hat floating. Pretty soon he came sputtering to the surface and I could not lift him in the boat.[/#502800]
[#502800]I had him hang onto the side and got the boat near enough to the shore until his feet could touch the bottom.[/#502800]
[#502800]Needless to say, the special made chair stayed at the bottom of the lake, and we always joked about the big brown trout that used to sit in his chair at the bottom of the lake, until the day that Ken passed away.[/#502800]
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