By 6:15 we were on the road to Meadow Lake
where we met up with the rest of the crew at 7-11 to stoke up
on coffee and Baileys. The first beer break was at the Pinehouse
Lake turn. You could feel the brotherly love early in the day.
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Greg reminded Pat to put his plug in the right
hole, or he could end up with little shits. Luckily Pat never
has to worry about forgetting his episode a few years back when
he launched his boat without checking if the plug was in, somebody
always remembers for him… Andy said Pat reminded him of
his friend Jake, from Brokeback Mountain, but Pat made it clear
he only slept with George on these trips; he is nothing if not
loyal.
We made it to the launch with nothing to report, other than the
usual stops to drain beer. It could just be my imagination, but
it seems the older we get the more frequent the stops get…
We had 12 guys and 4 boats, so the loading and launching went
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The week before the Eckel's crew had been in camp, and they left
the cooler pit full of garbage! While that pissed us off it was
nothing compared to the 2 big pails of fish guts left rotting
by the fish cleaning station! They were so rancid that Tim lost
his cookies carrying them to the boat, and then Matt lost his
when he dumped them out in the lake! It was unmistakable that
they are brothers, their retching sounded exactly alike! I don't
think they appreciated the humour as much as the rest of us did…
I suspect it will be Dagenhardt's vs. Eckel's next time they
all meet in the Goodsoil bar; my money is on the Dagenhardt's.
Brad is going to bring Pat a stick and a flashlight, his weapons
of choice when dealing with nasty little creatures after dark!
Note: for the entire trip Pat never went more than 10 feet from
camp after dark, I'm sure he still has nightmares about the dangerous
beasts lurking on Freebird Island!
Another Sunday chore was gathering firewood. Since Freebird Island
had been scoured for deadfall years ago, the guys had become
the Beachcombers over at Burnt Island. They found a nice dead
one standing on shore and felled it into the lake, then dragged
it back to camp. Pat took a spill, sounded like a beaver the
way he slapped the water.
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