Boat crews for today were Brad, Matt and Rich,
Gene, George and Vic, and Greg, Pat and Tim.
Fishing was slow with rain during the afternoon, and we were
caught a long ways from camp. George was in Gene's
boat and had a good laugh at Brad, Matt and myself who were in
his boat. With the low gunwales we were quickly drenched
not only by the rain, but also by the spray coming over the sides. And
there he sat, warm and dry under the convertible top Gene put
up on his boat.
It was all made better back at camp when Pat brought out the
Mescal bottle. He and I had some hefty shots and then
took turns digging the roasting pit for the next day, which looked
fine at the time. Surprisingly, next morning the pit
looked just a little … crooked. We then had a
great supper of steak & fresh water lobster. It
was amazing how Brad made the jackfish taste just like lobster
by cooking it in brine, then serving it with butter. Excellent!
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After supper, Pat decided it was high time
we had a christening and name the kitchen tent. With
letter stencils in hand (now, who brings stencils into fish camp?),
Pat and Tim went to work and "The Swamp" was born.
Pat had a fright later that night when he went down to the fish
cleaning table at dusk. He was attacked by an unknown
creature who was looking for supper in the fish gut pail. He
screamed like a girl and yelled for Brad to bring a stick! From
the way Pat described the attack we figured it was a fresh water
seal ... or maybe a mouse. And here I thought Mescal
was liquid courage. Apparently Pat's high metabolism
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