Thursday, March 6, 2008

Walt Dreams

I had a dream the other night about these beaver. You know it seemed like I woke up in the middle of the night. It was a nightmare. Here I had two or three of these great big beaver I caught out of a flowage, and one little kitten and there were more in the flowage and they looked at me and they were all pointing at me and they said he’s the one, he’s the one that that caught our momma and daddy and our little brother, he’s the one. Oh that made me feel so bad I woke up and said I’d never trap any more beaver. Walt

Hanging Out

Sit around that old camp a good many nights all alone and then I’d hear a noise and in would come Walter, he’d blow in and we’d shoot the breeze just like old times again but it only lasted a short time then he’d go back to his camp and I’d be alone again. After two or three days he’d be back or I’d be at his place and we’d have a few beers together. Kinda nice to have somebody to shoot the breeze with. Keep you from talking to yourself. Especially with Walter who’s an old buddy and we did so many things together. Bob