******C L U S T E R P H U C K*****
thats the only word that can possibly describe the weekend. Heading out to Prince Albert (4 hours) we are informed that another couple guys want to ride with us, that the guy leading the circus figures 4 men per room at the hotel is a good idea-NOT. (omen #1) I have never seen anyone so freaking cheap in my entire life. So, we get into the hotel, Steve and I share a room, and the other guys arrive at about 2:00 am, 5 minutes later, 4 rooms away, we hear the guys snoring. yay. (omen part 2)
0 sleep that night. Shitty hotel, mung all over the bedspread, call room service, rip them a new one for the splat on the spread, back to restless sleep.
Day 2 starts ok, head out for laronge, another 250 km north, notice the sleds the other guys are carrying, a BEAT 440 yamaha, a 340 john deer, a 96 600 yamaha pogo stick, a 92 ovation 340, all duct taped and wired together, all pulling 500 lb sleighs, all with real cheap hitches. (omen revisited), notice that Steves Viper has a twisted tunnel.
Anyway, get to the lake a few hours later, get all the shit unloaded, down the trail, and my track locks up. So, off the rx1, loosen the track??? and go again. 5 minutes later, Steve hits a stump, snaps off a lower radius rid, clean. Get that fixed, get another couple miles, hitch breaks off one of the home made sleighs. (Can you say omen?)
Through Friday, find a foot of water on the lakes, pulled a dead sled back to camp, every goddamn old wrecked sled got stuck, then looked to me to yank them out, time after time after time, after all the fakups, slept in a tent at -27c, with 8 snoring fat men, 0 sleep again.
Saturday snow and wind, pinheads stuck EVERYWHERE, so I had no time for fishing, spent all the time being a tow truck. Steve caught a couple prairie sharks, the others caught same, and a few walleye, and after pulling all the old iron out of the water and 3' deep snow we said fak it, went home.
Ran out of diesel 9 miles from Lloydminster (FORD GUAGES SUCK), luckily my Mom was at Grandmas house, pulled into the farm, borrowed Moms car and ran to Lloydminster with a jerry can, back to the farm, only lost a half hour, then pinned it home.
Sleep is a wonderful thing, the nightmare is finally over.