Traces of a wagon train

All work and no play…. You know the rest.

While in college in 1955-59, I occasionally took some needed time off to go fishing, despite two jobs, a full college load of classes and being a husband and father.

I was located in Nampa, Idaho, and had found a good bass fishing spot, about 15 miles away, along the Boise River.

I kept my fishing gear in my car, so in an instant I was on the 20-minute dri...