Canoe Trip 2003

The Truth the whole Truth, and nothing but the Truth story

By Big Tom

It was a Monday night when my bud Red stops over the house for our annual canoe trip. He stops over a couple of days before to give me a hand with my canoe. Was leaking real badly from the trip the year before. As that night went on we decided to try some fire works to get used to aiming at camper. (Having many a beers as well.) Well not long into setting some off, my bud Red sets his shirt on fire. THREE TIMES. Next day we fix the boat and get ready to go on our great trip into the great unknown.

Well we get to our destination of the great unknown and see this little leprechaun. Low and behold it was our pal Lobo. Rainbow, and all. Saying "where’s me gold." " Where’s me gold." Camper was doing his pig imitation in the mud. Well the guys take the trucks to their spots down river. While gone camper decides to send Reds canoe down river. All Red said when he got back was GO GET IT! And our bud Camper does as told likes a good lad.

We gear up and shove off. Down river we go drinking many a girl. It was a nice paddle down river as our bud Moss had promised. No beaver dams, or blow downs across the river. (A-hum Camper) While going down river our trusted Boy Scout guide Moss is having a grand old time. He showed great skill as he demonstrated how to crash into trees and break boat flags off his canoe. Was a great lesson, which we all learned a lot from. Get to camp and set up our tents and stuff. The whole time Red crying and whining at me to keep my tent far away. Seems he does not like my gentle, quiet snoring. First day was nice and quiet. Not much went on other then a lot of the girl, and Lobo looking for his pot of gold. Did some fishing and caught many a fish. Just that they where all to big for me to handle by myself. Kept having to cut my line. Was thinking to myself "I need a bigger boat" Well Lobo brings back a few more manageable sized fish, and cleans them out. See picture.

Camper and his brother bring back these little baitfish that they had caught, and had Lobo clean them. They where great fish chips cause that is all you could have done with them. While our camo babe Daisy is running around camp telling us all to pull her finger. BERAAAAAAP. Putting bud labels on the girl’s bottle, and on Red’s tent.

Next day was more of the same. Fishing drinking, just having a grand old time. Well I took a walk to our nature bathroom and got lost. Man, the woods where thick and nasty. After walking in circles for hours, I see a rainbow. I know it was our bud Lobos�?rainbow, so I get back to camp following it. What a great site it was to see Lobo looking for his gold. Knew I was home and safe again in camp. See picture.

Thanking Lobo

So we party, and fish all day. Dark comes and every one starts coming back to camp from fishing. Then the fun starts. Here comes Paul, and his brother in their yacht. The sky lights up with a sortie of rockets. Was a fun thing to see them jumping from their boat to safety, as they whizzed over their heads. An hour goes by and dark is well set, that we realized that Rico and his son are still MIA. So out goes the search party. We find them and bring them home to safety.

Well day three comes and it is time to break camp and move on down river to the lake for some more relaxing paddling. Once again our great boy-scout leader shows his skill in demonstrating how to crash into trees. What a trooper he was. Always trying to show us the right way of doing things. We paddle for 5 Camper miles and the wind gets nasty. Red gets blown around like a trailer in a tornado. So we all hook up to Campers brothers yacht for a nice tow down river. But our fearless Boy-Scout leader paddles on. We get to our new home and set up camp. Red crying for me to not set up near him, and he picked a great spot out for me. See picture. Something about my snoring again I guess. And cool guy spots.

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