Its was the summer of 1973 when a year earlier I was still in Montreal. I hadn’t seen my father since I was 10 yrs old and I was anxious to finally meet him again and spend some quality time together. Well we found that quality time in a working/fishing trip to the great northern lakes of Manitoba Canada. A province at the time that boasted friendly Manitoba on their license plates and the land of 100,000 lakes, well guess what? they were correct. My dad was a chef and invited by a resort owner to come up and cook for a group of top American executives who were coming up to fish. He brought me along, we flew first in a DC3 and then a water plane to reach the beautiful resort. I was given the task of seeing to it that the guests were served from the tackle and smoke shop I ran, I also performed other duties like unloading the planes that came in with supplies. Needless to say when I wasn’t working I was fishing. The lake was crystal clear and I could see the walleye and Jack fish swimming toward my jigs and eventually to my frying pan. Oh those were wonderful days and nights I spent with my Dad. It took us almost 13 yrs to meet again, but when we did there were times we had together that I will never forget RIP dad you lived a rough life, hopefully crossing over to the other side was easier for you.