Slam, slam, wham, Dad closed the car doors and the back loading door, dusted off his hands, looked straight up the face of the nearly vertical ski lift to where he knew the trailhead began, then looked at us and at the pile of stuff. "Are you guys sure you have enough supplies for a week?"
"Yes, pretty sure."
"Okay, have fun, be careful and don 't accidentally shoot the dog."
Crap! He knew we had the guns. I thought I 'd stashed them well enough that he wouldn 't see them. Maybe he was guessing, seeing if I 'd self-incriminate.
"Okay, we 'll be careful and have fun," I replied, (remove period after fun, replace with comma, and add comma after replied) careful to avoid the bait.
He gave us one last hard look, shook his head, climbed in the car, then once more looked over his shoulder at us standing there with enough stuff to start an Army Surplus Store. There was one more 'slam, ' (remove comma) when he shut his door, (add comma) then he started the car and called out, "See you here in a week." He waved from the open window as he drove off.
"Bye," we mumbled in unison. Gulp.
The car disappeared in a dust storm of its own creation and the visible world seemed to expand, the mountain grew higher, the pile of stuff to be shifted to the top appeared bigger and heavier, and I 'd never felt smaller and less adequate. The strangely mute crows that sat in the tree watched us with curiosity. The dog grumbled in his sleep, dreami...
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...lers who happened by. I thought he 'd lost his mind, showing those guys our fish! The anglers ' eyes glowed with anticipation as they looked at the big fish. No one had hinted that there might be fish in there like that. The two anglers exchanged a sly, knowing glance before one coyly asked Frank, "Do you mind if I ask what you 're using for bait?"
I watched Frank the deacon and Dad the preacher exchange a glance a second before he answered them with a straight face, "Worms." I almost laughed out loud. Frank gave them an angelic smile when he proudly showed the two anglers a can of fat night crawlers he 'd brought just for this opportunity. Meanwhile, Dad sat on a rock with his head down to avert a grin and nodded in silent agreement. Frank and Dad had just delivered a powerful lesson. 'All 's fair in love and war ' is a dictum that 's true of fishing, too. Got it.
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