Life as it should be . . . and is

To the editor;
    We live here in this warm electric-heated apartment (one of us almost 96, the other almost 91). We reminisce of the days that I went fishing on Pleasant Lake in our smelt shack for the 6- to 8-inch smelts. Today, we sit in our easy chairs and read our daily paper and wait for what will happen next.
    This day, it was Eddie, my grandson, carrying a 17-inch salmon. “I did not catch this”, he says, “but he did” pointing to his 12-year-old son. “This is the first fish through the ice. The fish bit just as soon as the bait got through the ice.” It is a good one — 17 inches long.  Seth was some excited and pleased. It made us a nice lunch. Some call fish “brain food.”
    It was a couple weeks later, Eddie came to bring in a 22-inch salmon that Jordan (a U of M student) caught. The story with this one is: Just as the fish got to the top of the ice, the line broke. Jordan dove his arms into the ice cold water and caught the fish before he could get out of the drilled ice hole. We took a picture of this nice salmon. Eddie took it and had it filleted and we had more than one meal of boneless salmon.
    This is really a very pleasant and easy way for us to get salmon. It really is great to have ambitious and caring offspring. Even our fishing friends drop off a fish occasionally.
Bev Rand
Island Falls