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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Diet - deadline is 8-9-12 9:59 am NY time. (08/02/12)

TITLE: In Pursuit Of A Simple Meal
By Ruth Brown


A brisk breeze carried us further into the shady cove.

"Looks like Small Mouth territory," Jerry declared, "It's jitterbug time, " he smiled, as he attached his favorite lure for top water fishing.

I watched as he cast his line towards the bank, and cringed, as the many hooked creature, flew over a low hanging branch, hooking into it. Ah Oh, I frowned knowing, some how, I would be involved to remedy this problem.

"Paddle me closer. "

I dug in the paddle pulling forward,

"Stop, hold it right there."

I back paddled, making a Herculean effort to stop our drifting canoe. I felt something brush my arm, but remained intent on jockeying the canoe. After choice words , much tugging, and a final snip, the lure was rescued and reattached.

Still watching the Jerry Show, I reach for my new Zebco Silver Edition rod and reel. I looked down and screamed , " It's gone!" My birthday present had dis appeared, knocked into the Tamarak stained waters, during the jitterbug rescue. I felt sick. Just a half hour earlier, I had caught our supper, a handsome, five pound, Small Mouth Bass, He had danced around with me for fifteen minutes.

Now it was gone. We had no ideas how deep the water was, and no desire to dive around looking for it. So I reluctantly said good-by to the best and only rod and reel I ever owned.

We paddled back to camp, in time for me to cook the Bass to lemony perfection, I sealed it in a foil pouch with lemon slices and a liberal sprinkle of lemon pepper, and olive oil. It drew rave reviews, but I mourned my loss!

Morning came and my sweet hubby appeared at the door of our tent. " Morning Sunshine I brought you breakfast in bed,"

I pulled off the napkin and quipped," Northern Pike and scrambled eggs way out here in the boonies!"

I slid out of the tent and sat on a rock mesmerized by the lakes reflected red streaked sunrise, and savored every bite of breakfast.

Jerry's brother, Gene announced, I've got a stringer full of Walleye, I caught yesterday, for our feast tonight."

Walleye, pulled fresh from the deep, cold, boundary waters, had a superb sweet flavor. The Walleye feast was a cherished ritual.

"Let's head to Curtain Falls today, You won't want to miss it," Gene said.

Sue, my sister-n-law, bounced up and down. She was the newbie this trip. Each day brought a fresh adventure.

After paddling so far, I wondered if anyone's arms had ever fallen off.
The roar of the falls said we were near. We rounded the bend to the natural beauty of water sparkling and flowing like a great lace veil or curtain, over an eighty foot drop.

Tears welled in my eyes as I beheld the scene once more. I looked up to see Jerry flick something from his eye, and I thanked God for his provision and his glorious creation.

We pulled out our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for a quick lunch.

Gene shuttered his eye and looked around, as the wind rose, " I think we need to move towards camp."

We launched the canoes and four paddles dug in deep and fast. In a mile or so the storm hit with, thunder, lightening. Then hail, the size of mothballs, pelted down, The wind whipped the waves ever higher. I paddled and prayed giving thanks for life vests. I was sure any moment we'd be thrown into the deep.

Four grateful campers scurried through rain, unzipped tents, and dived in.

The storm sputtered out. When we came out, Gene was frowning.

"What's wrong?" Jerry asked.

Gene held up the empty stringer. "How does macaroni and cheese sound for supper?"

Leaving the boundary waters required several portages, then a motorboat ride to another portage where an old school bus takes you over mountain.

Two, fifty something, lady campers, sat facing me on the bus.

"How was your trip?" I asked.

One lady shook her head and said,
"Zip, zip zip," as she motioned pulling a tent zipper.

The other grinned, and said,"Lead me to a steak dinner."

"Tired of fish?" I asked.

She frowned and made the universal sign for gag me with a spoon.

I feigned sympathy.

"Thank you, Lord, for my love of a simple fish meal. Come to think of it, that was your specialty."

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C D Swanson 08/09/12
Oh the fish meals sound so good. Being an avid fish eater, I loved this story.

Nicely told and beautifully written. Thanks. God bless~
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 08/11/12
You did a nice job of retelling what sounds like a spectacular adventure. Too bad about the rod and reel but even with that loss there were still many great moments.

You had some little errors with punctuation-a missing end quote and commas after the taglines. If you replace taglines like she said with some descriptive phrases it will help develop your characters. For example. Try something like: "What's wrong?" Jerry furrowed his eyebrows and leaned in. Hopefully that tells who is speaking and that he was concerned and wanted to comfort the MC.

You covered the topic in a fun and different way. It left me with the sense of warmth and love that only special people can provide. Good job.
Brenda Rice 08/12/12
Good story-telling. Enjoyed the scenery you discribed. Thanks for sharing.
Laura Manley08/13/12
Delightful family story with a couple twists and turns. I wondered if she would ever find her rod and reel. My only suggestion and I'm sure it is merely an oversight, and that is when we are referring to God, we should capitalize the "H" in him or he. Nice work!
Wilma Schlegel08/13/12
I also wondered if/hoped she would get her missing rod and reel back. Beautiful scenery descriptions. I felt like I was there.