Good Old Days
Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:59 pm
This is a story I would like to share and see if anyone else may have had a similar experience way back when.
Back in the mid 1960's, I was fortunate enough to be invited to go on a fishing trip with a neighbor from here in Ohio to Rice Lake. One day after lunch, we were sitting out on the dock, when a Piper Super Cruiser appeared overhead, circled us a couple of times, landed on the lake and taxied up to the dock where we were sitting. We struck up a conversation, and after some discussion, the pilot whose name I can't remember( he was from Peterborough) asked if we would be interested in an overnight fly in trip. once he got to the price and possibilities, it was all over. He offered a one day in next day out trip for the species of our choice for the grand sum of $25.00. We immediately said yes, and next day about midmorning, he returned to pick us up. We were not told the destination, but at the time, I was doing some flying, and figured that we were heading N.E.Based on the Piper's cruising speed on that heading, I figured we were probably in Algonquin somewhere. The lake we picked held only small mouth , and hundreds of them. I would guess the lake was about 7,000 to 10,000 acres and had apparently been an old logging site,as there were hundreds of old lay downs around the edge of the lake. We literally caught a smallmouth on every cast for hours on end.The pilot had constructed a frame with canvas stretched around and over it for a primitive shelter on an island in the middle of the lake. He had dug a hole in the ground with a wooden lid on it to serve as a refrigerator for the food we carried in. We spent an overnight with the skeeters and the songs of thousands of bullfrogs chugging their tunes and at noon the next day he flew back to pick us up and return us to reality at Rice Lake and eventually we had to return to Ohio.
Back in the mid 1960's, I was fortunate enough to be invited to go on a fishing trip with a neighbor from here in Ohio to Rice Lake. One day after lunch, we were sitting out on the dock, when a Piper Super Cruiser appeared overhead, circled us a couple of times, landed on the lake and taxied up to the dock where we were sitting. We struck up a conversation, and after some discussion, the pilot whose name I can't remember( he was from Peterborough) asked if we would be interested in an overnight fly in trip. once he got to the price and possibilities, it was all over. He offered a one day in next day out trip for the species of our choice for the grand sum of $25.00. We immediately said yes, and next day about midmorning, he returned to pick us up. We were not told the destination, but at the time, I was doing some flying, and figured that we were heading N.E.Based on the Piper's cruising speed on that heading, I figured we were probably in Algonquin somewhere. The lake we picked held only small mouth , and hundreds of them. I would guess the lake was about 7,000 to 10,000 acres and had apparently been an old logging site,as there were hundreds of old lay downs around the edge of the lake. We literally caught a smallmouth on every cast for hours on end.The pilot had constructed a frame with canvas stretched around and over it for a primitive shelter on an island in the middle of the lake. He had dug a hole in the ground with a wooden lid on it to serve as a refrigerator for the food we carried in. We spent an overnight with the skeeters and the songs of thousands of bullfrogs chugging their tunes and at noon the next day he flew back to pick us up and return us to reality at Rice Lake and eventually we had to return to Ohio.