I like this. It reminds me of when I would go fishing with my grandpa. Every time we went to our cabin, we would go down to our own secret fishing spot. It's a little cove off of a river, and to me, it's heaven. There are a pair of willow trees, about 50 years old now, their branches dipping into the water. We would sit with our backs up against the trunk, cast our lines, and just sit and wait. It was so calm, you could see these huge bass swimming along the bottom, and make out the bluegill nests. WE haven't gone back because the canoe we used to get there was flattened by dead tree that was blown over by a storm. But now we go fishing on the docks, just like this. I can watch the ore boats get loaded at the ore dock in Superior, WI. A few times, the ships have given us a couple of toots from their horns in salute. But I wish we could go back to that little spot. Maybe someday, we will.
Thank you for bringing back all these memories with this picture. Thank you so very much.