As a claims adjuster, various law firms would wine-and-dine Dad along with other adjusters in order to get referrals from them when possible. One of the accepted perks was the flying-in-to-Canada fishing adventure which he really enjoyed.
On this particular trip Dad talked about a few things that were interesting and humorous:
- The guide got lost one night trying to get back to the resort since the light had gone out at the dock and he didn’t know it (this was prior to the consumer rollout of GPS).
- After catching their limit almost immediately one day, that evening the guide fried up some “overages” and you guessed it: a knock came at the door and it was a game warden who counted everything up and they were OK…because they’d already each eaten two fish. As Dad told me the story he seemed genuinely bothered to have been part of the exceeding of their limits.
- I don’t recall the lake, but it was a two hour flight north of Winnipeg and he seemed very aware (and maybe a little agitated?) that they were literally in the middle of nowhere and the only way out was a single radio and a scheduled rendezvous with the plane you see in the photo above.
Dad was not an outdoorsman, but he sure loved to fish. If he’d taken me up there at some point I would have been a lot more interested in hiking and exploring than I would have fishing, but we both enjoyed being out of doors and on a lake.