reminds me-
Hi Bob, that reminds me of the time I tried crossing a beaver pond up in the hills near the Porkies, The ice was too thin, I fell through. And then on that same mountain My knife slipped one year and went into my wrist. Made it to Ironwood for stitches. I should call it my lucky mountain for its beauty and Whitetails. Maybe that's where my paddle is hidden.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.