Events and scenes flash through my mind...

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I recall the exhilaration of catching my first trout on a #2 Mepps Spinner from the bank...the sense of accomplishment when I navigated the river for the first time in that old wooden river boat with a blue 15 hp Evinrude motor...when, as a teenager, I introduced my girlfriend to the dangers of the current and explained the bravery needed to master it...the time I watched a raccoon cling to a floating tree trunk as it swept down the Buffalo River after a downpour caused the river to rise 20 feet - the coon looked as puzzled as I did about the change in scenery...I also remember the solutions I discovered and the decisions I made on those soul-searching walks I took on the banks of the White River. I still take those walks.  I remember stories from my youth about sailors who felt a great loss when they were away from the sea for too long.  Now I understand. I remember when my dad died in 1974, I assumed all those years working by his side had prepared me for following him.  My assumption was wrong - there was a dramatic difference in working for him and working without him.  But, after trial and error, we endured and prospered.  After college I left the river to see the world through Army travels. And over the years I've developed many hobbies.  I always returned to the river without hesitation.  I can't imagine a life away from these waters.    If for any reason you wish to contact Charles, you may do so at charles(at)newlands.com or (870) 431-5604.