Last week I came across two old abandoned boats on two different properties. One was on the shore of a beautiful lake surrounded by national forest. The other was on the shore of the Menominee River in a remote area of the Upper Peninsula. Both were simple little row boats turned turtle to keep out the rain, snow and leaves.
They looked like they had been left, hidden in the trees and brush, to await the return of the owner for another day on the water. Seasons changed, months passed and years went by with the two boats individually moldering away, never to ply the water again. How come those anglers never returned? If they’re still alive do they ever think about their boats, still hidden and waiting for them? -Patrick

