Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Anyone who knows Tyler will tell you that he loved the outdoors. Be it out on the quad, ski-do, boat, moose hunting or fishing. My story is about when several of the guys went to Smith Sound during the food fishery.
This was my first trip out fishing. Tyler is two years younger than I am but I think he thought of me as his little townie and wanted to share all the great experiences there are around the bay. We arrived at Petley, on Random Island, and headed down the sound. We reached the cabin, unloaded our gear and being a beautiful bright and calm evening we decided to go catch a few fish. It was around 10 o'clock, the moon was lighting our way on the bay, and the boys were almost as lit up as the moon. Now I was the only one who doesn't drink, so I was embracing the moment and loving it. Poor old Tyler, all he was concerned about was me. He kept saying, "I'm okay. I know what I'm doing. I had a few beer, but I'm okay. I know where we are."
Meanwhile, back at the cabin, the boys had a pot of spuds and onions on the stove for when we returned with a meal of fish for the night. Tyler caught a nice size fish, however his reflexes were a little off and he lost it. I think we caught one sorry sized cod, but had to keep it to go in the pot. There was barely enough fish to feed a cat. So someone had the bright idea to add a couple cans of wieners to the pot. What memories, a moon lit night on the bay and stewed wieners.
