As I had found a new source of harvesting rainbow trout one Sunday, I returned on Wednesday, April 18 to the "community pond" just west on 20th Street and Wall Avenue.
The previous Sunday was perfect. It was warm, sunny, with no wind; perfect for 'bobber' fishing. The majestic snow-capped Rockies filled the vertical horizon from left to right. Something to behold! The shoreline was filled with families out for a day of fishing.
However, on Wednesday, it was raining, cold and windy. I was the sole fisherman on that day, until behind me, a voice inquired: "Sir do they allow swimming in this lake?"
Turning, I answered the two you men standing behind me. "I don't really don't know you guys. I haven't seen any 'no-swimming' signs posted, but why would you want to? This water is ice-cold!"
"Exercise," one stated. "It's good for you."
It was then I noticed the pull-overs they were wearing stated: "Army."
As I watched my bobber, these two "kids" disrobed down to swimming trunks, slowly meandered to knee-depth, adjusted, then swam away.
I'm sorry, now, that I didn't ask their names when they returned 45 minutes later, obviously freezing, but having the time of their lives.
I'm 69, but not too old to say, "Thank God" for those two young soldiers I met that day. It's because of men like them that I'm still free.
Thank you, gentlemen, for what you do. It was nice talking with you.