A father and son’s final fishing trip on the river they were raised to love
By Dr. Thomas Cloer Jr.
Special to The Courier
“Let’s go to Thompson River; my rod and creel are already in the truck,” he said with a strain in his voice that revealed his weakened state.
“You think you can make it Dad?”
“I can make it if we go at a slow pace, and you don’t start that fast walking like you’re going to a dog
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