By the time that Bryan and Kelly returned, the boys were dying to go fishing.
Bryan and I took them to the Gibbon River. We fished a beautiful stretch but without any luck. So we drove a little further up river across from the soldier's museum. We had a great time as did the fish. They stayed in the water. One of the best things about the spot was the bison that was grazing near by.
Too soon it was time to go back to camp. We had another fire, more marshmallows flamed into oblivion, and we called the day good.
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