A friendly kayaker came down river and politely steered away from me. Then, two canoes were heading towards me. I assumed they too would veer, and so, I just kept casting.
“Well, you could go to the other side like the other guy,” I said.
“You were fishing that other side earlier,” he said, which struck me as a pretty lame non sequitur.
A few minutes later, they were around the bend and I wondered if they knew what they were doing, as they were going to hit some white water downriver
Eventually, I drove to a new spot. As I approached the river, I could see the same canoes a few hundred yards away. But, they were stationary. Oh geez, I thought.
The men and their canoe were in a quiet eddy waiting and doing nothing. That seemed weird. Then, I looked up river. Their wives’ canoe was stuck on a boulder amidst white water. This will be interesting, I thought
It took about 10 minutes to walk up to them. I expected the guys to get out and help their wives. They didn’t. They just sat there.
Eventually I came up to the men. They looked shocked to see me again.
“Aren’t you going to help the women?” I asked.
They mumbled something and broke eye contact.
At that moment, there was a scream. One lady was standing in the canoe. Her hat and paddle fell into the river. She teetered and thankfully didn’t plunge overboard. Instead, she fell back onto the canoe, but smack onto her back and bum. I quickly went into the water and helped out.
The ladies were very grateful, and I made a snarky remark about where in the hell were their gentlemanly husbands. The women laughed.
It’s canoe season, folks. Time to share the rivers, and when required, show chivalry
On a lighter note, here are some photos from the day. Have a great Memorial Day weekend