Outdoors: Opening day with Uncle Bud

I was about 12 years old, and Uncle Bud was in his early 30s, still single and working in the accounting department at Westinghouse, when we traveled up to Uncle Jack’s cottage (Bud’s uncle, my great-uncle), which stood near Pleasantville, Venango County, in his dark green 1959 Ford for the opening day of trout season, 1962.