MUDDIN’ WITH GRAMMA

My wife, Miz, has never been much to accompany me on the trapline. By the same token, I don’t accompany her to bridal showers. However, a couple of years ago, I had to leave some traps under 10 feet of floodwater. I intended to go back in a couple of weeks and get them. But weeks turned into months.

I had promised her that I would be off the trapline by March, so she could have a knee replacement. When March came around