this is dad, looks to be shortly after he got back from Saigon. Would have been fishing out of the Jupiter
This would be several years later. This boat was a 21 MR that got heavily modified a few years later after a drunken run onto ice at some reservoir in Easter OR. At this stage in its life it had the two 60's that he and uncle jack bought a few years earlier for different boats. Not sure why dad got Jacks, don't remember his next one.
And here is the blurb he sent about these two pics. For reference he just turned 80.
The first picture was at Thompson Valley Reservoir. I don't know how Jack and I discovered it, but we did. It was supposed to be a great and under fished fishing lake. And the dead trees sticking all had osprey nests. (Fish Eagles. Must mean fish.) It was just on the east side of the central spine of Oregon - as I recall it - and in the southern quadrant. I guess it also was famous for waterfowl hunting because several years later Doug and I went over there for duck hunting. The reservoir was dry. We weren't. We went to whatever the adjacent little town was and drank a lot. We had planned the trip for several days, and the weather was superb, and our camp site was sublime, so we just replaced shooting with driving to town and drinking. On one of our return trips from drinking to camping we must have both fallen asleep - Doug was driving. We both woke up abruptly as we hurtled backwards off the raised road bed onto the desert floor. As it turned out nobody and nothing were harmed, so we drove down the desert to where we could get back on the road and went back to camp. I had found a large outburst of shaggy mane mushrooms, so we had a nice side dish to whatever it was we must have cooked and eaten. Unfortunately, I have a lot more stories like this accumulated over the first forty years of my life
