Me and Matthew enjoying a very fine Thanksgiving morning in 1982.
I believe Dad caught 3 foxes and Pop got 1 fox and the coon.
A days catch spread out on the hood of Pops blue wagon. A sidenote here, Pop didn't believe in air fresheners. He used to keep a bucket of half rotten fish for coon bait on the floor of the backseat. A friend of his once remarked "It smells like a dead man in there!
