Tuesday, April 21, 2009
My fondest memories of Uncle Paul, are of course from Sharbot Lake. The great white Hunters gearing up to head to the bush to hopefully catch supper for the family. More often than not all they caught was the chills, but it was all worth it when they arrived back to the Cottage to celebrate there day and talk about the big one that got away. Uncle Paul was always happy even if they never caught anything. So now all the Great White hunters have passed over, to a better place where you can hunt without a permit!!! We Love you Uncle Paul have a safe journey to the other side, where all your friends are waiting for you.Love Kim