Drama in Real Life
We arrived in northern Quebec on a snowy four-inch morning. Lake Granet was said to have
We set up camp for a good weeks fishing in spite of the cold. One good thing, no black flies.
The third day of fishing we had a minor incident, Chris, David and Joe ended up a ground when the engine quit. The waves from the high winds kept the lake in a frenzy most of the long northern days. So when they finally made it to shore the boat was swamped by several large waves. They pulled the boat up as far as they could in order to salvage their gear. The decision was to attempt to walk out. Unknowing they were on a large island. Fortunately after about an hours’ travel through dense under growth, my boat with Jim, Max, Cory, and myself spotted them for the first rescue. Needless to say after discovering how far out they were and that it was surrounded by water and marsh they were extremely happy. We went back and towed the boat and tired hikers home.
The weather never let up all week. The following day David rented a large motor from the French to power their boat. Jim and I would get up at day break and go out fishing until about noon or so and then come home to gas up, eat and take a nap. Six or seven hours in the wind, cold and rain or snow would drain you. This was our routine for the week. This particular day Jim and I had traveled pretty fare exploring the lake and new possible hot spots. Slow on catching we would stop and look for rocks and gold or just to take a break. On going back to our routine of trolling the shore line Jim tied into a far sized pike. On getting him into the boat we saw David, his father and Joe come and asked how we were doing. We showed off the fish Jim had just caught on this new point. David said a French guide had told them of the large bay just up here where we were and that they were going to find where the river entered the big bay. They soon left and had disappeared around the point. Then Chris and Jason stopped and asked the same thing. They said they were going to follow David also and they left. Jim and I were going to hit this area hard because we new this one had a big brother.
Upon several passes we had no further luck. So it was about 12:30 we decided to go and look for the others and head home. We saw Chris searching for the entrance to the river or the large bay. It started raining harder and sleeting. Chris came by and said they we’re getting low on gas.
I awoke from a sound sleep around 5:30pm started getting dressed to go out. Jim said “where, are you going? “ I told him David’s not back yet right. He’s out of gas somewhere or broke down. David’s Father had several sweaters and a cotton light jacket. With a small baseball hat on.
They had hit some rocks and started home got lost and ran out of gas. They were hungry, cold, and extremely thankful. We gave them the spare gas and praised God together that they were even found. Loading their gear and refueling the tank took very little time and so we shoved off. David pushing the boat off and adding injury to insult fell in the lake. Jim, Chris, and I were trying all week to convert them to being baptized in the Holy Spirit. Jim yelled back, “Are you guys wet?” David said, “Soaked” Jim shouted,” Than I baptize you in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.”
We sang praises to God all the way back. Arriving about 10:00pm, the boys and other guys were waiting on the docks. The French said they could do nothing they were not set up for rescue.
Those guys refused to go out the rest of the week, we finally talked them into going with us in my boat and the other boat, where we all stayed together in safety. This trip was still an adventure and that is why we went that far north in the first place. I’ll be back next spring.
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