Through the years:
Through the later years of the 1990s and into 2001, Damien, Denis, Marvin, Craig and I traveled by canoe on various occasions on the upper reaches of the Main South West Miramichi. These three and four day trips are among our favorite memories. The trips came to a screeching halt when Marvin passed away, Damien moved to St. Stephens and Denis is now working out west. It is funny how thing can change so fast. To many memories do I have to list them all so I will post but a few on an ongoing, occasional manner.
We sat in welcoming heat of spring not so patiently awaiting the expected phone call. Until Denny calls informing us that the trout are in the upper reaches North Branch of the Main South West Miramichi, Damien, Marvin and I hold tight and wait with great excitement. Reviewing gear requirements and envisioning our coming three day fishing trip only seem to intensify the agony of the wait. Denny usually waits until one of our comrades hooks a big one then in the midst of the excitement calls us on his cell. He knows the excitement is more then we can take so he can expect our arrival within a day or two.
Final supplies are picked up at Lyon’s store and we continue our way up the 126 heading for the waters of the upper reaches of the Main South West Miramichi. The closer we get to the Miramichi the louder the music, the quicker we drink beer and the more we laugh. The release of our daily pressures is welcoming. My guilt for leaving my family for three days now subsides. My dreams now transform to reality; a joy that only a three day fishing trip with great friends can conjure.