Our Dad

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Memories of old times we had some years ago still linger in our minds.
My Dad, brother, and I made a few very special memories of this kind,
While fishing the wild Rio Grade River near South Fork in the summer.
Here’s a little of our story we enjoyed during those years of wonder.

 

 

 

Our Dad

When we were in South Fork for the fun summer vacation trips out,
Dad, Craig, and I would head up the Rio Grande to fish for brown trout.
On the way we stopped at the liquor store for a case of Budweiser Beer.
On the trip to our fly rod spot, Dad had downed four beers with cheer.

 

Cooler of Budweiser packed in ice for the fishing trip. Have a cool one Dad.

 

Craig and I were still working on our first beer as we got out of the car.
We got into our waders and headed to the river which was not too far.
Old Dad usually caught more trout than Craig and I as he was looser.
When we finished, we went to the car and Dad again became a boozer.

 

 

 

On the trip back, he would usually consume a full six pack of cold ones.
Sometimes he wanted to stop and just chug beer for a little more fun,
He would not drink in front of our mother, so he quit before we arrived.
Dad loved beer, and by drinking on the sly, the more fun he derived.

 

That’s Dad, Mom, Kristi, Me, and Craig at the table in the cabin after one of our fishing trips. Dad looks pretty loose here. Notice he’s at the end of the table away from Mom.

 

I recall one trip that we made to Meadow Lake up Wolf Creek Pass.
We had the beer in a cooler on the bank so that he could reach it fast.
Old Dad fished right beside that cooler the whole time we were there.
When Craig and I got back thirsty for a beer, the cupboard was bare.

 

 

 

We stopped on the way back to the cabin to get some more cool ones.
And Pappy had a couple more before he got back home with his sons.
Usually, after we got home, Dad would lay down on the bed with Ralph,
And he and his dog would nap for hours snoring with their mouth.

 

That’s Ralph and Dad sleeping it off in the cabin after a good day of fishing and five or six beers.

 

Dad loved those fishing trips drinking beer with his two favorite sons,
Telling tall tales about big fish that got away chugging on a cool one,
In that cool fresh air that made us feel good enjoying the outdoors.
We miss you Dad and those fun times, wish we could have a few more.

 

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By Bill

 

 

Thanks for reading Our Dad,
Bill