NorthernRedneck
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Every year on the third weekend in May when walleye fishing season opens, my family has been going to the same lake and camping in the same place all of my life since I was old enough to walk. For years, we camped in the same pit as a group of Americans who came up every year as well. We became friends with them over time and over the years less and less have been coming until it was just Bobby. He has been coming up here for 63 years straight (we aren't counting the 2 covid years he couldn't make it).
My first memory of Bobby was sometime around the age of 7 when I was playing baseball with my brother in the pit and this feisty American with his arm in a cast came over and played with us. At night around the fire, it was often Bobby and I left standing at the end talking about anything and everything. In the morning, we were often the first ones up and would go for walks down the road.
I'm 47 now. He's 82. Over the years we have formed a friendship like no other and no matter what has happened in our lives, every year we have come together to go fishing. For years, it was dad, Bobby and I going fishing together. When dad passed in 2021, Bobby tried to make the 12 hr trip up for the funeral but got turned around at the border because of covid restrictions. Dad had always said that he wanted to be spread in his favorite fishing spot on Burroughs lake. This year, mom was also able to make it up. She came up the lake with us for a great day of fishing. Afterwards we had a small container with some of dad's ashes which we spread in the water while mom read a poem.
My first memory of Bobby was sometime around the age of 7 when I was playing baseball with my brother in the pit and this feisty American with his arm in a cast came over and played with us. At night around the fire, it was often Bobby and I left standing at the end talking about anything and everything. In the morning, we were often the first ones up and would go for walks down the road.
I'm 47 now. He's 82. Over the years we have formed a friendship like no other and no matter what has happened in our lives, every year we have come together to go fishing. For years, it was dad, Bobby and I going fishing together. When dad passed in 2021, Bobby tried to make the 12 hr trip up for the funeral but got turned around at the border because of covid restrictions. Dad had always said that he wanted to be spread in his favorite fishing spot on Burroughs lake. This year, mom was also able to make it up. She came up the lake with us for a great day of fishing. Afterwards we had a small container with some of dad's ashes which we spread in the water while mom read a poem.
