My dad loved to fish. If he didn’t catch anything, he was happy, doing what he loved to do. But when he caught that five pound trout, he was even happier.
He was visiting my sister and her husband on their ranch in Beaver Valley, and my brother-in-law took dad fishing, up at the lake behind their place. One of the few times that dad would ride a horse, but it was too much of a climb for him to get there on foot. He was eighty years old in this picture.
Al would load an Evenrude engine on the back of one of the horses, and when they got to the lake, it was fastened on a raft, and away they went with their fishing line overboard.
This started out about dad’s trout… but turns into another story… Lena and Al and I used to go fishing on that lake. I don’t know if it even had a name… We fished until noon, pulled in to shore, and Al lit a fire, and we roasted fish that we had caught for lunch! We never took a lunch with us!
And the picture turns this into another story. See that gate? They found a tree with the curl in it, and used it for what you see in the picture. Then they tied some young trees in knots, and a few years later, went back and cut them and made the actual gate.
Would you believe… this leads to another story, and why dad didn’t ride horses very often.
Dad and the boys had gone hunting, and shot a moose way up on a hillside, in amongst trees. They went home and got the team of horses to drag it out in the snow. The team was Dick and Baldy, big percheron horses.
They hooked the wippletree (no, it had to be the doubletree,) to the moose, and dad got on Dick’s back and he was going to drive them down the steep hill. They started out just fine, but the moose slid ahead, into Dicks hind legs, and Dick got going faster, and faster, which made the moose hit him that much faster. Dad hung onto the hames for dear life, and was very relieved when he got out of that ride alive! He got teased for many years … and did not ride much after that
photo of moose courtesy National Post.