Anybody who knew Charlie would also know that the word "boredom" was not in his vocabulary.
So , I thought maybe I'd share some fond memories.
There was a day when he got a new compound bow for hunting. He called me and I came right out there to check it out and also brought my bow as well.
We spent some time practicing and as usuall he was tuned right in and placing shots like a pro.
He handed his bow over to me and said "giver er a try".
It was handing a dog a bone ... I drew back and let that arrow fly !
Well...I missed that target by about 5 feet and the arrow went halfway through the shed wall . I missed it so far off , Charlie thought I did it on purpose .Thunder 'n lightening paled in comparison to what he had to say about it and there was abit of running involved but he forgave me wether he believed me or not.
I've noticed a couple of photos which , of course has a story to tell.
He's posed in one photo with 2 turkey.
Here's what went down...
We went into a bush that we frequented and knew quite well .
After a short time , I let out a call and right away gobbles blasted out and fairly close. I called again , this time the gobbles where coming towards us hard . Charlie sat down where he was , I was about 20yd from him and could see 5 or 6 jakes coming up fast on Charlies hard right.
Taking a lefthanded aim with that old Remington shotgun , he let it roar.
All I could see after that was smoke...
"Did you get him ? " , I asked.
" I think I got 2" he replied
"Whatdoya mean ya think ? "
2 birds , one shot , offhanded,,,he knew exactly what was going down..
The photo with him fishing in the boat.
That was taken at the Darcy McKeough floodway, just off the St.Clair river, on a really nice day.
We fished for a short time with nothing biting and just like that it , was time to go.
I barely had time to reel in my line and he was about to do a quick 360deg turnabout when ..Bang! Whack!
What the "H" was that ?
We didnt see anything and figured it was a piece of wood that was floating nearby , no apparent damage, so we push forward into the river.
Sitting at the bow , I noticed a rope dangling...oh oh...it was the anchor rope..and nothing on the end . It was prop cut when we turned to leave .
Well here comes the thunder 'n lightening again , cause apparently it was all my fault . When I told him that he was the captain of this ship and he did not order the lifting of the anchor ...
I'll let you all use your imagination what was said...and this time I had nowhere to run !
We continued on our way, to a spur off the St.Clair called the Snye river .
We were having a blast , full throttle , doing figure 8's and just hotdogging about then "Snap! . The steering till broke clean off the motor !
The look on his face..oh , the look on his face !
There we where ,drifting downriver..no motor...no anchor.
He grabbed the oars and began pulling , using his frustation as fuel , with absolutley no avail. The current was too strong . He made way for the shoreline ( which was made up of 12 foot weeds about a 100 yd thick ) and stuck the oars down into the muck to hold us there and wait for a passing boat for help.
I pulled out my fishing pole..thought what the heck , might just as well
"You are not fishing..."
"huh ? how come ?"
"because I'm "p>d off..your not fishing ! "
All I was allowed to do was sit there .
Fine, after all he is the captain of this ship...
So , the best thing I figured what to do was toss him a beer ..that helped alot and I was still in no postion for a fast footed escape.
We eventually got a tow , got back to the launch where finally he began to chuckle..then laugh outloud.
People nearby were watching ..we could care less.
What a day..
Then there was the time fishing out near Kettle Point...but I'll save that for another time.
Miss ya buddie.
