This isn't my story, but that of a friend from years ago.
Kurt was one of those guys you like to have on the job. He was always where work was taking place. And when he left that job, he went to another. Sometimes he had up to four jobs at the same time. He's in his early sixties now and still has two.
He is pretty much of a loner, he seldom goes into the boonies with anyone. But in the early eighties, he consented to go on a fishing trip with a fellow in another department, of the company where we worked.
I thought Kurt KNEW the guy, or I might have said something to him! This guy was a wild man!
When Kurt arrived at the rendevous point, there were four more men, two pick ups of gear, and beer, and one 12 foot jon boat.
The plan was to camp om an island, and fish and drink beer all week end.
Apparentely, the beer drink was in full swing at this point, because they loaded ALL the equipment, ALL the beer, and ALL six guys into the 12 jon boat, fired up the outboard, and headed for the island about a mile out.
In some pretty good chop. With two, maybe three inches freeboard.
They apparently had aquired some speed, because, when the bow went under, the jon boat darted toward the bottom.
There were ice chests, tackle boxes sleeping bag, tents, gas cans, oil cans, and various other flotsam, at the sight of the ship wreck.
When all six men were accounted for, Kurt swam to shore, got into his truck, and went home.
The yelled after him concerning his gear. He yelled back"You can have it!"
It was a little more adventure that Kurt's constitution could handle!
(It would have been for mine ,too! The great outdoors is dangerous enough, without teaming up with half wits!)
