Woods, Water & Wildlife: A night to remember

In 1969, Baker Rudolph, a friend of mine from Coleman, and I were returning from a fishing trip to one of the border lakes, when we encountered a baffling scene.

We were still shaking off the remnants of cultural exchange from visiting a foreign country. As we motored along, our conversation was nonstop except when the one listening quickly inserted a comment about the other’s narrative, usually attempting to take the podium, himself.

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