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Some people fish for Musky, some travel for fun....Me, I use to play on the water. Get hauled off the side of the river by one little Coast Guard flying machine and you are grounded. It probable did not help that I lost the boat too.

Words of wisdom...If the river you are on increases in flow by a factor of 5 or more...Stay on the bank and drink a nice IPA.

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Anonymous said…
Hmmm... seriously wet woodchuck. Was squirrel involved in this little mischance???
8:14 AM
Travel said…
Was your role closer to Gilligan or the Skipper?

DG
9:21 AM
Woodchuck said…
As the only rodent on the boat, I was wearing both hats at that time.

I was Skipper when I went in and Gilligan when I came out.

And Squirrel was not with me at that time, Squirrels only like to play in the road, not the water.
10:44 AM
Kelsgarden said…
no comment
10:48 AM
Anonymous said…
I don't play in the road, but I have been known to overfly "big boned" woodchucks and throw nuts at them out the window of a Cessna.

SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SQUEAK.....

(crazed squirrel laughter, we can't cackle)
6:00 PM
Anonymous said…
I grew up in the right fron seat of a Cessna 172 and a Piper 180. It's been years, but it was great fun.

DG
8:55 PM
Woodchuck said…
Did you know that Woodchuck and Squirrel are flyboys? Well, Squirrel anyway. I use to fly when I didn't have kids, house, wife, and bills. I was always a Baron and V-tail Bonanza guy myself. I did like the Stearman and the DC3 a lot.
12:44 AM
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