D E Larsen DVM
It was early Sunday morning when the phone rang. We weren’t out of bed yet. We didn’t have any firm plans for the day, but we’d discussed going up the Calapooia River to swim. The weather had been warm and dry, and we wanted to take advantage of the river while it was still running full and clear.
“Good morning, Doc,” the voice on the other line greeted. “This is Oscar.…