Warning… Fishing story ahead…
Each spring, when fishing season starts in northern Wisconsin, I have to tell a whopper of a fishing story. Can’t help it. Some things just gotta be. I’m reminded of the time, when after a fruitless day on the lake and having to leave our prime fishing waters on account of a savage storm, we reluctantly decided to go home.
After waiting for two hours for the deluge of rain to stop, we had no other good choice. So sad but we got busy. My brother and I were young boys at the time and had not noticed that as the storm continued to rain, we had not removed the plug from the back of our fishing boat so the rainwater could run out. Neither did we notice how the boat wasn’t exactly on the trailer very well or that the boat anchor rope and anchor weren’t where they were supposed to be.
So things went from poor to bad in a hurry. Dad tried to pull the boat and trailer away from the landing area as several things seemed to happen, all at once – and all bad.
My brother and I yelled for dad to stop, but, well, that old frayed anchor rope pulled tighter and tighter as the trailer moved, but the heavy boat full of water didn’t. As the trailer moved a bit more, my brother and I stepped back into the brush and out of harms way.
You can guess, I suppose. With an awful snap, the anchor rope let go, the water filled boat lurched back… And the suddenly released anchor rope and anchor went sailing into the trees with a smack, which must’ve been heard a long distance away.
Us boys flinched back as the blur of the anchor whizzed by. Pine needles, pine bark, and dust exploded into the air. All those poor pine trees exploded into the sky too. When the dust and needles settled we just couldn’t believe the damage which that anchor caused.
Tough now just as the memory brings it back to view. What did we see, but how the pieces of pine tree fell into the neatest stack of cut firewood you ever did see. The light branches mostly fell into a nice bundle of their own, all as neat as a needle, sort of.
Well, it didn’t take us long to pull the plug, drain the boat, make the correct load up and head home, grateful for no injuries. Imagine our smile of surprise when about two weeks later my dad received a check from the parks department for $286.00. Such a nice note too, thanking us for our hard work of clearing and cleaning up a remote boat landing.
Yup, sort of makes me think of ‘nother time…