As a kid my grandfather would take my dad and I on his raft, which was quite basic, when compared to some of the rafts on the Wolf River today! He built the raft from an old pontoon boat frame, and then built a 12'x8' shack on top of that. Inside the shack was a bunk bed, a small stove, a heater, 4 chairs, a small table, and a propane lantern for light. The outside had railings on the front and back, the front railing was equipped with 2" rings and two nails every foot, which were used to hold the fishing poles. A 200 pound propane tank was mounted to the side of the shack, and fueled the heater, stove, and lanterns both inside and outside of the shack.
Growing up on the river each spring has given me an appreciation for the river and all of the different animals that call it home. There were always Sandhill Cranes that would awaken us each morning at the break of dawn with their thundering calls, and Great Horned Owls calling back and forth in the silent moonlit night. The marshes would come alive in the evenings with the sounds of frogs, Geese, and several different kinds of Ducks. Every once in awhile Mr. Beaver would show his face, and I can recall my grandfather wanting to shoot the little bugger because it liked to chew on the wrong trees!
This time of the year is and always will be special to me, since even though my grandpa has passed away, the Wolf River still thrives and each spring the circle of life continues.