Many people believe that Eastern Oregon is void of beauty. The mountains are bare and
the air is dry. However, if these folks would follow me to the Snake River for a fishing trip, I
think they’d change their minds.
If they were to join me on the river, they’d hear the sound of motor boats traveling up the water, and they’d smell the engine exhaust and hear the laughter of the fishermen. They’d be able to look across the river to the Idaho side and see a white pick-up truck parked in the mudflats next to the water. They’d see the family casting their fishing poles and hear them joking as the dad yells “fish” and yank his pole upward only to discover that the fish took his bait. They’d hear the innocent sound of their children’s voices as …show more content…
We’d marvel and the sound of their wings flapping and wonder how they have the strength to beat the wind. We’d listen to those ducks call to each other. They I’d feel a tug on my pole. As excitement mounts, I reel in a stick covered with moss. My buddies and I would smile as we listened to the upland game birds called chucker’s laugh at my miss.
As the sun begins to set, it is time to say our good-byes. Before they would roll away in their brand new four-wheel drive Toyota pick-up truck, we’d shake hands one more time. Then as they drove off before me, I’d hear the sound of the gravel crunching under their tires. I’d secure my tackle box and put my poles in the back of my 2001 Dodge pick-up truck. It’d be my turn to crunch across the gravel.
I’d drive off into the red and orange sunset with my windows rolled down. I’d listen to the radio that would be playing one of my country favorite songs. I’d be thankful to be alive and thankful to the beauty that surrounds me. I’d think of my new friends and look forward to their next
the air is dry. However, if these folks would follow me to the Snake River for a fishing trip, I
think they’d change their minds.
If they were to join me on the river, they’d hear the sound of motor boats traveling up the water, and they’d smell the engine exhaust and hear the laughter of the fishermen. They’d be able to look across the river to the Idaho side and see a white pick-up truck parked in the mudflats next to the water. They’d see the family casting their fishing poles and hear them joking as the dad yells “fish” and yank his pole upward only to discover that the fish took his bait. They’d hear the innocent sound of their children’s voices as …show more content…
We’d marvel and the sound of their wings flapping and wonder how they have the strength to beat the wind. We’d listen to those ducks call to each other. They I’d feel a tug on my pole. As excitement mounts, I reel in a stick covered with moss. My buddies and I would smile as we listened to the upland game birds called chucker’s laugh at my miss.
As the sun begins to set, it is time to say our good-byes. Before they would roll away in their brand new four-wheel drive Toyota pick-up truck, we’d shake hands one more time. Then as they drove off before me, I’d hear the sound of the gravel crunching under their tires. I’d secure my tackle box and put my poles in the back of my 2001 Dodge pick-up truck. It’d be my turn to crunch across the gravel.
I’d drive off into the red and orange sunset with my windows rolled down. I’d listen to the radio that would be playing one of my country favorite songs. I’d be thankful to be alive and thankful to the beauty that surrounds me. I’d think of my new friends and look forward to their next