On Fishing, Friends, and Hidden Treasures Found

By Doug “Uncola” Lynn via TheBurningPlatform.com

 

Life is hard as it is. Too many rough roads to travel. Too many chains to untangle. But no matter how cruel the world may be, life becomes less hard when you got a good friend.

– Unknown

 

True friends say good things behind your back and bad things to your face.

– Unknown

 

In the late nineteen-forties, three young men graduated college, packed their gear into a Willy’s four-by-four and took a road trip into the Canadian wilderness where they built a log-cabin. They felled trees by hand and used nineteenth-century tools to construct the cabin of such quality, it was shared by multiple generations of their three families over the next five decades.

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A Day on the Water

Guest Post by ILuvCO2

The moon over Miami was bright and full as we drove over the JFK causeway. It’s reflection made Biscayne Bay look like a dancing sea of lights. With the backdrop of downtown Miami’s skyscrapers jutting up from the ocean like giant colorful Lego creations, the scene made me want to soar like an eagle over the entire bay just to take in all the beauty. But our marina destination held a greater calling.

My nephew and I had awoken at 3:30 am, stuffed down a quick breakfast and swallowed a few ginger caps to ward off any future motion sickness. All the essentials were packed the night before in boyish anticipation of the next day – coolers, lunch, water, and some fishing gear for any interesting roadside culverts that we might happen across. The ride down 95 from Pompano to Miami was fairly deserted, only having to dodge a few big scary trucks and old pickups packed with illegal migrants weaving from lane to lane at 90 mph. The saying “no license, no limit” drifts through my tired consciousness.

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