Minnesota Memories

My own version of Deep thoughts by Jack Handy....

I remember the last time I went fishing with my step father as a young boy. Waking up at four in the morning, loading up the boat with a case of Schmitt beer for the man my mom called her husband, and a canteen of Kool-aid for myself. Sitting on horseshoe lake in northern Minnesota for 12 hours, as my step-father finished off his case of beer so we could then head back to shore and set up camp for the night.

Step- dad would toss me the fish to be cleaned, while he headed off to the local store to pick up another case of beer and leave me there all all alone.

The next morning, when the park ranger arrived on the scene to investigate just how my step father had been eaten by a bear, he just scratched his head and asked me....."Just how did those fish guts end up in his sleeping bag?"