Welcome to your personal demon!!!!
Sooner or later, we all meet our personal demon.
I met mine in 1996. First trip to Gold River. Moutcha Bay was gravel pit then, run by an alcoholic, and in a horrible state of repair. Dust all week from the Tahsis road above the camping area. Equipment breakdowns left right and center. Coupe de Tat was a massive downpour at 4 in the morning, and waking up in wet sleeping bags will all the tent and gear soaked.
I turned to my brother and mentioned that I have a personal demon and he is busting a gut laughing. My brother looked across the rain soaked tent, from his wet sleeping bag and asked me why. I responded that my demon knows that I still will get up and put on wet clothes and go in a wet boat to go fishing.
My brother was silent for a minute and said "well we might as well go fishing then".
Just grin and know who is scr#wing with you.
Drewski
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