While working on the dock at the new (to us) place on the lake we discover and pull up on shore a rusty old fishing boat. No body though. Whew!
Where it sat over tuned in the water, was a good spot for catching catfish and pan fish. New to fishing, the youngest caught many there over the spring. Each time his line went out it returned a big bite. The bobber went down. The giggles ensued. The crappie or bluegill or sunfish came up.
The cabin had been built in the late 1960’s. The boat- who knows when. Last registered in ’83 she wasn’t shiny or new. She still served a purpose and had stories to tell if we sat still to listen.
Son is ecstatic, cries out to his mother, “This is the BEST cabin ever!” and runs to his father for more bait for the hook.
If we keep looking, we keep finding good stuff in old places.