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We were later than I planned when we pulled into his driveway, and I was surprised to see the shop lights on and hear power equipment. My pal grabs the crappies, I open the shop door and blink the lights to let him know we’re about.
He sets down his sander, takes off his muffs and mask and rubs his chin smiling. I’m rather fond of the way he does that, any smile is great, his just has that Torg touch about it. Beard gets mushed in his hand, smile starts to widen, and he gives everyone a nice long smile.
I ask, “What ya doing Torg?” “I’m roughing out a transom, oak.” “Another boat, who is this one for?”
“Well, we have our first greatgrandchild, a girl, they named her Bonnie.”
The chin gets rubbed into a smile. His wife’s name is Bonnie.
“Bonnie is so excited; she already said the boat is gonna be called the Bonnie lass.”
We all smile. “She wants to paint the name on, so she said you make me the transom first.”
I offer my congratulations as we put the crappies in his fridge, he thanks us telling us that the chine log will be oak, meet the keel just fore amidships “Gonna flare it at the stern, will need a special trailer but I got time to build that after the boat, I don’t think little Bonnie will be running it too soon, but we’re sure happy about it.”
--The trout whisperer
