The Lake and Peggy J.

    I grew up on the lake first drinking squeeze-its (which then became water guns) and more recently Chardonnay.  The first boat my family owned was an old wooden Chris Craft.  Had I known the sadness of not having this boat in the future, I would have begged to keep it instead of dying for an upgrade.

Squeeze-it?.....Don't mind if I do.

Passing on the squeeze-it legacy to my little KD-Did

    We would take Peggy J. (that was her name) to Forbes Lake and dock her there for the summer.  I still remember my parents loading my tiny self down with lifejackets, snacks, and God knows what else to make the hike down to the boat.  Peggy J. and the family would embark on many adventures whether it be skiing, tubing, or fishing,  However, it was unlawful to swim at this lake, but this didn't stop us.  We would anchor in a "hidden" cove knowing a code word that would trigger us to exit the water or jump on the tube fooling the Ranger of our true intentions.

Peggy J. with my dad, my ImpostorBro, his mom, and me.

    Fishing on Peggy J. always made for a good story.  My brother and I always caught far more fish than our dad (I must specify fish seeing that socks and seaweed do not count).  One trip was the worst.  My dad had not caught a single fish in an hour.  After seeing our flow of fish, his frustration led him to flashing a light on his line to find his hook dangling from a tree.

Who wears short shorts???  FisherDad wears short shorts!!!

     Life was always good on Peggy J., and I hope the person who owns it now has made just as many memories as we have on it.  Hopefully one day, PDub and I will have a family and a boat to share our many boating memories with and make many more.