- Joined
- Oct 13, 2008
- Location
- NE Ohio
When i was 11-12 i fished at a pond near my house until we moved. The local game warden was named bob bagwell. He could sneak up on anybody, and everybody knew him. It was fun watching him at a stoplight, trying to keep up with the waves. (I was in my twenties, and worked on his lincoln at the dealership) Then he waved at me in the mirror.
Did he cut you a break?