As young men in our 20's, we used to dream out loud while fishing in our belly boats out at the lakes off of Eastside road that one of us would someday get a bass boat and we'd be fishing in style. Turns out Russ was that guy, and was nice enough to invite us out whenever the opportunity arose (now that kids and marriage have crept in, time isn't as vast as it was when we were younger.)

Ol' Russ is selling his boat next week, and he was brave enough to take Silva and I out on it for one last hurrah. We caught between 30 and 40 between the three of us, and had ourselves the time that we only used to dream about. Thanks Russie....