I think the biggest reason any relationship fails, is one person stops being selfless, and becomes selfish. So I’m gonna take my paddle and give it to the guy in the front of this canoe. I think with two paddles he may actually accomplish something in this simultaneous quagmire of heat and slow moving water. He wants to know why I won’t turn back. I said this is a scouting trip, were in this together, he said it’s time to go back, I conceded.
Granted neither of us is in our right mind, we went too far, didn’t bring near enough water, I figured three bottles of just water, per guy, would be more than enough, and the day that was forecasted to be hot, well they missed, because the orange hazed sun beating down on us, was even looking for shade.
My brethren of the rice pickin ilk asked why, when we got back to my truck there were no packed and iced twelve ounce cans of liquid grain. I said at three in the morning I wasn’t thinking of popping the top on a cold one. He said he had an idea of something he wanted to pop, and that this is all my fault, to boot.
Me being the selfless one, I just agreed. After all I talked a relatively sane individual into one of my hair brained ideas of getting up really early. I got the idea from an air force drill instructor who woke us up one warm summer morning and told all of us wanna be be flyers that if we hiked a super-fast 10 miles in the predawn, we’d beat the heat of the Texas day.
So me, being one never to forget my brainwashing, I mean training, I just gently applied the technique to a guy who may become tired of our friendship after this little foray through a liquid desert.
I wanted to do this to check some potential wild rice beds for harvesting later this summer. I figured when we were done we’d stop at this really good blueberry patch which we did, and the horse flies and deer flies were there too, just one pair of winged warrior’s for each blueberry we picked.
About half way across the berry patch my buddy must have contracted a rather rare case of heat stroke because he just took his pail and said that’s it, I have had enough of you and your idea of how to roast a human alive. Once again to save the friendship, I became the self-less one and said we could leave. The trout whisperer