Canada Gets The Business

I am in Blind River, Ontario.  For those of you unfamiliar with Northern Ontario, it is a sometimes paradise filled with lakes, overly-friendly townspeople, and bears.  The mosquitos here are of a breed that I must assume has had some rabid honey badger mixed with it at some point in recent history.  The people here have only one personality setting.  Friendly.  Except when they are feeling really generous and then they shift into hyper-friendly.

Enough of the boring.

So we're on the lake.  I would like to go fishing.  Stacey, Molly, Erin, and BK would also like to go fishing.  Nala the dog would like to come, too.  We pile into the bigger ski boat since we have so many people and head down to the Cataracts where we saw some schools of bass earlier.  I am driving.  Normally, my dad drives the boat and handles the fisherly-type-things.  He is not here.

9:06pm-- We decide fishing is a great idea.
9:10pm-- We realize we have no fishing poles.  We set off for the Ernsts' cabin to retrieve their fishing poles.
9:14pm-- We have our equipment and are ready to ROCK (bass).
9:25pm-- We reach our destination down the river to the cataracts.
9:26pm-- Stacey is lying in the front of the boat under a blanket saying "Worm me. Worm me."
9:27pm-- BK has cast his line into the water and immediately hooked a fish.  I am trying to get his fish off the line.  Stacey is still saying "Worm me."
9:32pm-- Molly and BK both have fish on the line.  The boat has drifted into a tree. Stacey, "Worm me." I am beginning to question the wisdom of this trip.
9:36pm-- Molly's and BK's fish are both back in the water.  I am ready to put a worm on Stacey's line.  She is flinging it all over the place.  I say, "Do not hook anyone with your line, guys, that's all I ask."
9:37pm-- Stacey hooks me in the shoulder.
9:42pm-- All is quiet.  Everyone seems happy.  I am feeling good about this.
9:43pm-- BK catches a fish.  He is so excited about this that he swings the fish right into Molly's face.  Nala is trying to catch the fish while it is dangling in the boat.  Stacey is giggling.  The boat has floated into another tree.
9:44pm-- Everyone else hunkers down to avoid the swarms of mosquitos. I swallow one. I decide it is time to go home.