Terry And Gwynne Doucet
Uncle Horace and I went hand fishing on some remote bayou when I was about 6 or 8. I dragged a sack of fish with Tommy and mike along the bank while he and my dad threw 6 and 9 lb catfish up on the bank and we sacked them. We floated back to the truck on a great big log, fish in sack, and cooked them there on the bank; Uncle Horace and Dad sipping whiskey all the while "just to stay warm." Bye Uncle Horace and thanks for holding my hand when I was afraid and teaching me to be brave. Thank you for all the memories. We will all miss you.
Terry