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Our Outdoors: Help From My Friends

A heightened wind gust flapped at the canvas of my flipover shack as my youngest son, Jackson, sat next to me sounding out the longer words in his brother's book, which I had tucked into the pocket of my ice fishing jacket and provided to him, after our run of fishing had quieted down some and the in-between doldrums settled in. My older son, AJ, had found a spot between my brother and my budd...