This lunker brown trout loves to hang out around fallen trees, snags and large rocks that break the current and allow them to ambush their prey. Mr. Schaefer, painted this brown rising from it's lair, under the sunken log, to take the insect from the surface. If you know someone in your life that loves to fish for trout. This brown would be a valued gift. Add the poem of your choice for that special someone.

To Granpa With Love

I think my Grandpa likes me, for he always tries to show, a big warm smile to greet me, and that is how I know.

His helping hand is always there, with words of his advice. Grandpa is the best, you see, and I sure do think he's nice.

Grandpa is a special guy, who always seems to share, and all the things he seems to know, is taught to me with care.

So, thank you, Lord, for giving me, this Grandpa with such charm. And thank you, too, for giving him, a heart that is so warm.

All Rights Reserved, Copyright by Edward C. Schaefer 2000.

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