pardon me while i geek out over the plane...
the next few days were spent fishing around ROBERTSON BAY, along with working and relaxing around the cabin. catching our dinners was still priority and had not become any easier. although we always caught what we needed to eat, it always took more time and effort than we felt it should have. and the WALLEYE were still as elusive as ever...
one of those mornings we were sitting at the table inside the cabin after breakfast, sipping on coffee while i kicked ELI's behind in rummy, when we heard a plane fly lower than normal over the cabin. we had become accustomed to the daily nine am flyover from the bush pilots at OSPREY WINGS but this one was different, louder than normal, which meant he was lower...
we sprinted out of the cabin to the shoreline and sure enough, a small plane popped up just over the tips of the pine trees along the northwest shore. the pilot landed the plane on the crusty snow in the little bay right in front of the cabin.
the SUPER CUB taxied bumpily over the ice and snow, the propeller churning up the loose snow and throwing it in every direction. the pilot cut the engine in front of the cabin and hopped out along with a gimpy GL. he had smashed his big toe pretty good in an ice fishing vs. tequila incident two days prior...
the pilot, STUART, who we just met explained that he and GL figured that they would just drop on in for some coffee and neighborly saturday morning conversation. (STUART has a cabin a few lakes over past LA ROCQUE but has never been to FORBES) GL also had packed a box full of groceries and random beer! eggs, bacon and steaks!
we poured coffee and ate on a loaf of bread that he called 'bannock' covered in blue berry rhubarb jelly. his wife, HELEN, makes the best bannock in all of SASKATCHEWAN and i couldn't agree more.
as we finished out coffee and bannock GL made a point about needing to check on his 'square hooks' on DEAD or maybe DEVIL'S LAKE. we told him that we would phone in again later that week and headed out the cabin door.
STUART fired up the little plane's engine and took off straight away through the ROBERTSON BAY CHANNEL. ELI and I were still standing on the ice in front of the cabin when the SUPER CUB banked around shot straight through the channel right towards us, buzzing us right over our heads as he climbed just over the tree tops.
and then like all of the other departures, it was just the two of us again. only this time we had a bounty of groceries along with our own loaf of bannock and homemade jelly...