Sunday was a day of extremes.... a big high and a big low. The high was this: I had stayed in to laze around and start on the two books I had brought along. It was early afternoon, and I heard a shuffling noise on the deck. I glanced up and saw what appeared to be the backend of a large, shaggy brown dog. I got up and went to the window; there ambling slowly across the side deck was a fairly large brown bear!


This was my low point: An hour or so later (after I was sure the bear hadn't returned) I headed to the dock to practice casting. But that was a disaster; I seemed to get progressively worse with each cast. I kept getting the line all scrambled; completely disgusted with myself, I gave up for the day.
When the guys returned, they tried to help me, but after a while, we decided that the best plan was to have me use a simpler rod that Dick had brought along. It's the kind that little kids use when they are just learning to fish -- very humbling. But nevermind; I still managed to catch lots of fish throughout the week and had a splendid time. I definitely need more practice on the casting though.
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