There's an old old boat that sits alone behind a bunkhouse in Gardiner, Montana. In the shade of a cottonwood and within earshot of the Gardner River its days go by trailered perhaps for the last time. I wonder what stories this old boat could tell if it could tell. I wonder what waters it has seen; what places it has been and people it has known.
What do you think he or she would talk about?
I've been parking right next to it with your permission! when I fish the confluence.
ReplyDeleteSo the boat would say, "Hey, here comes that trout catchin', crazy-monster fly tyin', lucky orange scarf wearin', day old fried chicken eatin', 51 days on the depuy fishin' guy!
ReplyDeleteMaybe we should name her?