Robbie Wabbit meets Downtown Willie Wabbit..

“Robbie Wabbit”
“Downtown Willie Wabbit”

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I was fishing by myself on the Kettle River near the Dam way back when. It was Sandstone, Minnesota as far back you could go for a dude my age….

The fish weren’t biting that day. But Robbie Wabbit came by to say hey, just like he always did, every day…

My bro was no where to be found. He was behaving like Cricket again. Kind of slippery and sneaky, like a Cricket…

Robbie Wabbit was yacking and sticking his tongue out at me. I still didn’t know why he ever did that to me…

I saw my bro chasing something in the grass down by the rivers edge. He showed up with his new pal, Downtown Willie Wabbit.

So now, Robbie Wabbit has a new friend too. He usually leaves when my bro meets me to hang out down by the rivers edge…

This time, Robbie Wabbit started yacking and sticking out his tongue at Downtown Willie Wabbit. He had a friend now and never left again when bro showed…

So, my bro filled me in on a scheme of his invention. He was like a Cricket. Mom and Dad never knew it, neither did I…

I was always a tad anxious about getting caught while in pursuit of bro’s Cricket schemes. He was good at hide n sneak just like a Cricket…

All of a sudden a big fish grabbed my bros line. He was fishing the deep hole where fish lie close to the rocks and sand.

My bro, yelled loudly, “got one, got one on the line!” But the big fish started to pull bro into the water at the rivers edge…

My bro yelled out loudly once again, “shit! The big fish got away!” This is our favorite tale about “the fish that got away.”

You know story. This is the lesson learned on most days fishing on the Kettle River near the Dam…

It was then the big bad ‘Black Fly Bees’ chased us home. Robbie Wabbit and Downtown Willie Wabbit were still yacking as we ran away…

Robbie Wabbit & Downtown Willie Wabbit are friends now. And, that’s a good thing…

It was another good day down by the rivers edge, on the Kettle River, near the Dam. It was on this day, though, that Downtown Willie Wabbit came into our neighborhood gang…

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