It was never appropriate for swimming, and I'd not start fishing until my father would take me out during
our summer camping trips. But Gunther's Pond was good all summer for frogs and tadpoles and minnows
and turtles and all the other marvels of nature which keep a curious boy occupied. It's about a quarter
mile from the house.
In the winter, there would often be skating, and though I didn't have skates
yet, Dad had given me a hockey stick and we'd go down to the frozen pond to shoot the puck around a
bit. Saw a kid go through the ice one year. He was trying to save a puck from going through a hole...managed
to pick it up but too late to brake himself from skating right into the hole. He was rescued without
incident, but he sure looked cold.