Paul was always at the cottage we rented annually. The man loved his Old Style beer, and his cigarettes. He was an avid fisherman, usually outfishing all of us while so tipsy, his boat would just be blowing in circles out in the lake. He was a character like none other. I never met anyone that was anything like Uncle Paul, truly one of a kind. He'd always find something to criticize me about, whether it was some "fancy beer" I was drinking (you know, like Fat Tire) or that I was using fly fishing gear, or just that I was wearing all black. One time, he tried to get a rise out of me by asking if I was wearing black underwear too. I revealed to him that I was in fact wearing black underwear! Laughs all around! There was a time I caught a massive rock bass off the dock on fly gear. Uncle Paul said, "you caught it on that?" like he was in disbelief that fish could actually be caught on fly gear. I think the photos below are from 2013
|Uncle Paul, my brother Kyle, and Aunt Lolly|
|Nice bass, Uncle Paul|
Don't take those who are special to you for granted.