Apart from all other positive aspects of this account, I'm glad that the lad finally caught "Bubba". Now, he can't modify any more good original miitary rifles into crude "sporters."
I had heard for years that someone named Bubba was doing that. I just didn't realize that he was a bass!
Your post reminds me of several older men who were neighbors when I was growning up. I miss them, and think of them often. They taught me a lot, and had a lot of patience with me. I'm glad to hear there are still a few around. I aspire to be one someday. Way to go Flatfoot!
There's not much more heartwarming in the world than a little boy with a fish on his line.