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When fathers and sons are unsupervised<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

We had spent the day fishing, laughing, and drinking like men who knew the clock was ticking. Brent was heading home tomorrow. This was our last evening together in 2025.<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Our Last Hurrah<\/h1>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

On Thursday, August 7 at 6:47 PM, Brent and I cruised down the Magnetawan River\u2014just on plane, letting the water carry our weight and our mood. We had had a great week, and this day the fishing was outstanding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the mouth of the river, where the H45 turning buoy at Clark\u2019s Island marks the split between South and North channels on Georgian Bay, we made no choice between channels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We chose U-turn<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I completed the turn I slowly throttled up. It Ain\u2019t Easy<\/strong>, a<\/em>nticipating the opportunity, shuddered with pleasure as her rpm’s climaxed and she answered the call; doing what she was meant to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Full throttle. Full trim. Flat calm water. Deep throated through-the-hull exhaust rumbling like a war drum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Father and son, friends and rapscallions in the truest sense, doing what felt right: one last reckless, joyful three minute flight up the Magnetawan River before final goodbyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is what legacy sounds like!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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