Some highs and lows of life in the wilderness…
Saturday’s bass became yesterday’s lunch, sauted in butter to a crispy brown skin. Newly inspired, I was back out on the dock yesterday evening with my rod and reel and landed what must be the grandfather of Saturday’s fish, an 18” long 2 1/2 pound beauty, the biggest fish I’ve ever caught. I immediately scaled and cleaned it and put it away in the fridge.
The mighty hunter and his prey.
And for you skeptics...
Lemme in! I'm still in my P.J.s!
Early this morning we’re woken up by thunder and lightning. I’m on the dock at 4AM to check the boats, I hadn’t prepared for a downpour, but it hasn’t been raining that long and it doesn’t look so bad, so I go back to bed. By 9 AM a fair bit of rain has come down, I go back out and turn the small boat’s stern toward the shore to reduce the risk of its getting swamped, I bail it out and run the Bayliner’s bilge pump.
In the afternoon Jan bakes a couple of loaves of bread and I prepare the vegetables that I’m going to use to stuff the fish and bake it. But while we’re enjoying our Manhattans in the evening (we’re indoors, it’s never stopped raining), the power flickers for a few moments and then goes off. That puts dinner on hold, since our stove is electric. We have an interesting adventure with the Coleman lantern – it worked fine when I tested it after arriving at the cabin, but now when I try to start it, it decides to burst into flame. I carefully turn it off and carefully carry out the back door and leave it there.
But the power comes back on within an hour, leaving us plenty of time to bake our fish, which is delicious. We should have invited company to help eat it, half of it goes in the freezer for another time.