A Sinking Feeling

Jim Buck and I had been planning a fishing trip for several months. Both of our jobs, old guys like us should have already retired, required us to be on site and available, so days off were scarce. Brad had returned from a tour in Korea and had transferred into the First Cavalry Division and they were training for a bout with the aggressors at Ft. Irwin, Cal. At that time Iraq was being fumbled by the U.N Inspectors.

Brad called and said that he has this coming Friday off and so did the kids and he would like to take his son, Bradley, salt water fishing. Bradley is thirteen and had fished with me several times. I quickly said OK and called Jim and he said that since his Nephew and Great Nephew would be there, he would make time to go this Friday. The trip was on.