Fishing Day 2 (part 3)

I could feel the canoe tip slightly forward. We were headed down the rapids that lead to Dead man's curve. The water was a little rough and a little came into the canoe. Then, a little more then blooomp thud. We were sitting on a rock in around 3 feet of fast flowing water. It was surreal. We weren't moving but evey one else was moving around us. The prophecy from the hippie Gandalf and come true.



Logically, we decided to get out of the boat and pick which item we wanted to float with. I chose the thing I wanted to keep that might not float past the upcoming rapids. My fishing pole. Everyone who has been to there before knows that you just let your stuff float down and there are people that stand at the bottom of the rapids and catch all of your stuff. You get most of it back minus any money or valuables that will fit in a pocket. So I get out, then Dan then Mike. The canoe began to shift forward into deeper, more rapid water. Dan grabbed the cooler, and Mike was reaching for his new 118 thousand drawer tackle box when the current pushed the canoe up against him pinning him to a rock and eventually breaking his leg. As he was pushing the canoe off of him my stringer wrapped around him and he broke it loose from the canoe so it wouldn't wrap around him and potentially gut him as the canoe acted as a water parachute.


Meanwhile we are all hanging on to something trying to not get swept away. The smart thing to do would have been to bring life vests except this was a FISHING trip not a canoe trip and last time I checked, life vests weren't on my fishing checklist. (although they may be next time.) Inevitably the only thing to do was let go and float over the rapids so we did. I decided to try to go down feet first. I dunno if it was the smartest thing to do but it's what I had decided. By this time, Dan and Mike were not even in the picture in my mind I was hoping they made it down ok. I was afraid as Dead Man's curve was only 20 feet away.