This is an important photo..this is Chuck. Chuck is a long time friend from Indiana. He and his wife, Ardith used to come to my parents resort every Fall. When my parents sold their resort, they starting coming to ours next door. One year Chuck and his son Mark, and daughter in law Kay had been fishing early in the morning. Fall fishing was best in the mornings or late afternoon. Ardith was on vacation..sewing in the cottage..instead of fishing. I heard a big racket, the dogs began to bark, something was amiss. I went to see what the problem was. I saw two drowned rats, Kay and Chuck. They were totally soaked and Mark was dry as a bone laughing his butt off. They had been fishing on the other end of the lake when Chucks boat seat broke, in his attempt to stay out of the drink..he grabbed Kay and took her in with him. Mark fished them both out of the lake. They retold this story and laughed half the day..everyone that came by had to hear it. Chuck complained that he had lost his best cap. Well I thought he was pretty lucky..neither of them had any injuries...other than they were pretty cold..a hot shower fixed them both up. Chuck bellyached about the cap that he lost. His life was never going to be the same again without his favorite cap.
A few days later early one morning, Far Guy was down on the docks and saw something floating past the dock. He fished it out, low and behold it was Chucks cap..it had made the mile and a half trip from the south end of the lake to one of our docks against the current. Far Guy made a big deal out of presenting it to Chuck..it became the legend of the cap:)
