Fish Tales
After a long day of not-so-successful angling, boisterous laughs flourish around a campfire in Algonquin Park. The fire starts to cast ominous shadows upon pitched tents while men share their best fishing stories on this Victoria Day Weekend, better known in beer imbibing circles as The May 2-4 Weekend, and being the year's first holiday weekend that breaks up the boredom of long and cold Canadian winters. This particular Monday is unique for it actually falls on Queen Victoria's birthday, May 24th and a good reason to take that extra
"2-4" along for the trip.
Not everyone went fishing, though. Some are at home making coleslaw, macaroni and potato salads, arranging the condiments and stacking the buns in preparation of the evening's fare for the requisite holiday weekend backyard barbeque. Others are enduring the holiday traffic, travelling far distances to open up the cottage and vacuum up the hibernating houseflies before their reanimation. Some wrap up the day by tossing a line into the nearby lake or river.
But knowing each other too well, none of the men sitting around the campfire are easily taken in by the others' tales of the "one that got away" since the fish in those same stories increase in size with each telling: the twelve ounce perch has gained a few pounds and the four pound pickerel is now the size of a sturgeon. By the end of the evening, one of the members of the group will have earned the nickname, "Ishmael".
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This is part of the 30 Days of Photographs II challenge, spawned by Ziva & BonyMike (a.k.a. MikeWJ). Please visit the others that are contributing to this lunacy:
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This is part of the 30 Days of Photographs II challenge, spawned by Ziva & BonyMike (a.k.a. MikeWJ). Please visit the others that are contributing to this lunacy:
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