The Trip Part 2

We make our way up the road to the place where we are going to camp, the map said it was the Wathaman river, this thing looked like lake Michigan. We set up the tent and portable picnic table (got to have one of those), took the canoe off the top of the truck and put it in the river, finally we fill the generator with gas and start it up. What a noise! You don't have to worry about bears when you’re toting one of those things around. One would come to believe that since we made the effort to bring up a generator that we might have some electric luxuries too boot. Nope! The generator had one purpose, and that was to keep the chest freezer in the back of the pickup cold. In my previous post I didn't really explain the chest freezer. One might believe it is one of these Coleman type coolers that can keep 2 case of beer cold for a weekend. Wrong!!! This was a frigidaire chest freezer that could hold about 2 cows worth of meat, and we were going to fill it with fish. The next morning my father got in the truck, unplugged the freezer, and took off up the road (remember we're in Canada, you go up). Meanwhile my grandfather and Willfred headed out in the canoe in search of fish. Two miracles happened that day. Number one, the canoe came back into shore less than an hour later with two dry people and two stringers full of so many fish I had to do a double take. Number two, my father found a boat patching kit in the town 30 miles away. I want to lay this out for you so you can comprehend the size of this miracle. There is only one town at the END of the road, the last town in Canada before you end up in wilderness, and they happen to have a boat patching kit. Call me superstitious but I think the locals have seen this a time or two. After giving 2 pints of blood and maxing out every credit card, my father headed back with boat kit in hand and a plan to save the trip. My brother and I decided to go fishing and experience the fishing fever that happened earlier that day. We canoed a mile or so and put our lines in the water. All I can say next is that it was like being on a tuna boat. We were throwing back 2,3, and even 5 ponders. They were everywhere! The northerns were like piranhas that haven’t eaten in a month. Who needs a boat when a canoe will do. I should have never opened up my mouth.