04-15-2003, 08:18 PM
Ok I started to respond to this yesterday but the storm up here knocked me off line.
Mine was on a fishing trip back in 1967. Myself and two of my friends decided to skip school and go fishing up to east canyon. Being young, follish, and in love I talked my girl friend into joing us. She talked two of her friends into joining her. So what started out as three guys playin hookie turned into 2 car loads of kids playin hookie. (I had VW beetle at the time). Well it was early May the snow was gone the temp was warm, the bugs were buzzing, the birds were twiterpated and so was I. You can not imagine how long the ride is from Bountiful to East Canyon under those conditions!!
Well we arrive around 10:30 in the morning (do ya think we got there for the good fishing?). I pack my date and my stuff down to the water. Throw out a blanket, put the ice chest on it. Next I set her pole up, cast it out and she's fishing. Then I set mine up and do the same. I lay them both across the ice chest so we can easily see the tips. I tell her this is so we wont miss any bites.We start fooling around like kids do teasing each other and flirting. The next thing we know we are 50 yards away from our blanket, the poles are bouncing, the ice chest is wobbling on the side on the bank. And wouldn't ya just know it, it tumbles into the lake. I ran like heck to get to it, not because I'm too concerned about the ice chest but it has our beer in it!! Well it makes it to the water before I do and is just out of reach. Man it had a whole 6 pack in there. But I am not about to jump in and get it. That water is freezing!!!
Well I go back tail between my legs my friends are hootin and hollerin at us. But say they will share theres with us. So I figure it's not a total loss. My date and I start foolin around again and one thing leads to another and we both lost something we could never get back. It was one heck of a fishin trip it was. Oh yeah and some nice fisherman in a boat picked up the ice chest and hollered to us. I have no idea how long he was there, but man did he have a grin on his face. So we got our beer back and headed home early that afternoon. Nope I didn't catch no fish out of East Canyon but it was by far the most memorable fishing trip I have ever had.
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Mine was on a fishing trip back in 1967. Myself and two of my friends decided to skip school and go fishing up to east canyon. Being young, follish, and in love I talked my girl friend into joing us. She talked two of her friends into joining her. So what started out as three guys playin hookie turned into 2 car loads of kids playin hookie. (I had VW beetle at the time). Well it was early May the snow was gone the temp was warm, the bugs were buzzing, the birds were twiterpated and so was I. You can not imagine how long the ride is from Bountiful to East Canyon under those conditions!!
Well we arrive around 10:30 in the morning (do ya think we got there for the good fishing?). I pack my date and my stuff down to the water. Throw out a blanket, put the ice chest on it. Next I set her pole up, cast it out and she's fishing. Then I set mine up and do the same. I lay them both across the ice chest so we can easily see the tips. I tell her this is so we wont miss any bites.We start fooling around like kids do teasing each other and flirting. The next thing we know we are 50 yards away from our blanket, the poles are bouncing, the ice chest is wobbling on the side on the bank. And wouldn't ya just know it, it tumbles into the lake. I ran like heck to get to it, not because I'm too concerned about the ice chest but it has our beer in it!! Well it makes it to the water before I do and is just out of reach. Man it had a whole 6 pack in there. But I am not about to jump in and get it. That water is freezing!!!
Well I go back tail between my legs my friends are hootin and hollerin at us. But say they will share theres with us. So I figure it's not a total loss. My date and I start foolin around again and one thing leads to another and we both lost something we could never get back. It was one heck of a fishin trip it was. Oh yeah and some nice fisherman in a boat picked up the ice chest and hollered to us. I have no idea how long he was there, but man did he have a grin on his face. So we got our beer back and headed home early that afternoon. Nope I didn't catch no fish out of East Canyon but it was by far the most memorable fishing trip I have ever had.
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