"The case of the missing hose"
OK, I can't help myself. I have to tell stories about my dad. It's so good to know why I am the way I am, and my brothers didn't escape either.
Once again, if you read the previous story, this occurred at the Wind River. My dad, older brother, and uncle came to fish for spring chinook. They arrived in the afternoon, and decided they wanted to get a trial run out of the way to make sure everything was working so they could get serious the next day about catching fish. So they loaded the gear into the boat, and put it into the water. Dad jumped in to warm the engine up while the truck was parked. It didn't take long to realize that the gas line wasn't hooked up yet, and lo and behold, the gas line didn't even exist. Sure enough, that baby was the one thing that got left home - 350 miles away.
So the boat got reloaded, and they all took a trip to Hood River to purchase a new one. This story fortunately ended with the landing of a 15 pound chinook, not a bad way to start the season, especially after the slow start!
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