It was a pre-kids, 3-day weekend in Canada. It was late August and unseasonably frigid. My two sisters, my brother, my Dad, and I, along with significant others, ventured out on a fly-in fishing trip. And by "fly-in" I'm not talking about flying a fishing lure into the water. I'm talking plane. Float plane. A little cabin in the woods. Eight adults in bunk beds. No cell phones, no plumbing, and one change of clothes.
If you haven't tried it, I highly recommend adding it to your bucket list. Seriously! It was a little dirty, but duh... we can fix that!
Note: the above picture is NOT representative of this specific trip, as you'll quickly discover, per the following story.
One afternoon, my Dad and I hopped into a boat and ventured out onto the dangerously choppy water to catch dinner.
Woah!! In no time, I had a big one on the line. I was convinced the rod was going to break in two. My Dad was standing ready with the net. "This is a big one," he noted. His no-nonsense voice exuded only the slightest hint of pure excitement with a little grin thrown in for good measure.
Just then, the fish took a dive under the boat. Afraid he was going to take me and the rod with him, I held on for dear life. SNAP!! The line broke. In the brief moment of disbelief that followed, the fish received an impromptu moment of silence for his (or her) well-fought fight.
NOTE: The following pic has nothing to do with the above story. But, if you're wondering where some of the fun and funk that is "Dirty Knees Soap Co." comes from, I think we can safely say, it runs in the family.
Happy Father's Day, Dad!
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Ah... summer. A time to relax and enjoy the simple things. **Cue obnoxious record needle scratch as the pleasant music in your head comes to an abrupt halt.** SIMPLE? SUMMER?!? Nonsense.