September 3, 2019 For the first time since possibly 1968, I see my cousin Mary and her husband Harvey on the left. My cousin Hugh's widow Carol is on the right, and my sister's husband George is in the center.
September 3, 2019 Evening at the cabin.
September 3, 2019 Enjoying drinks inside.
September 4, 2019 The next morning dawned clear and calm.
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September 4, 2019 The dog Maddox does all kinds of tricks for treats.
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September 4, 2019 This was my first fish, a large mouth bass. Turns out to be the biggest fish of the week.
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September 12, 2019 Hey, it's was THIS big before it shrank!
September 4, 2019 George fought and wrestled a perch on board.
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September 12, 2019 Later on I caught a couple of decent sunfish. Actually, that's about all any of us caught after the bass.
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September 4, 2019 Carol and Harvey fishing.
September 4, 2019 Tom caught a sunfish.
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September 4, 2019 The day's catch.
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September 5, 2019 Some dogs don't like hats much.
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September 5, 2019 Two days worth of fish cleaned and filleted.
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September 6, 2019 One day we were anchored in a small bay when an eagle took an interest in us and circled overhead a few times.
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September 6, 2019 The Rescue. Dale took Tom and George to another lake at which point the outboard motor died. The boys paddled for a while and were fortunate to pick up a tow back home.
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September 7, 2019 Our last day dawned cold and cloudy - but we went out for the morning anyway. Left for the airport by noon.
September 7, 2019 Everyone on board is down to business.
September 7, 2019 Even late Saturday morning George caught one.
September 7, 2019 Farewell, until next time. Hopefully with a better motor.
September 7, 2019 I liked riding on the pontoon boat.