Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2011 20:57:22 -0400 From: wild wing Subject: David's Northern Adventures Chapters 9 and 10 CHAPTER NINE It was eleven o'clock before we finally finished a lazy breakfast of pancakes and maple syrup, cleaned up and got out on the lake. I was in complete harmony with the world and didn't really care about sticking to a schedule. Besides I had a hunch the fishing would be good any time of day anyway. I chose to begin by working some shallow bays nearby for pike. David would do most of the fishing while I would do the paddling and take the mandatory pictures. I thought it best to give David a quick lesson on how to present the lure properly and the best way to retrieve it. "Let your lure sit on the surface a moment or two, then gently jerk it a time or two like this. You're pretending that the lure is a wounded fish," I explained. My lecture was interrupted by a sudden swirl of activity. The lure disappeared and the line went taut. "You got one! You got one!" David screamed at the top of his lungs. Forgetting he was in a canoe he began to stand up. It was my turn to scream. "Sit down David this instant. You'll sink the canoe!" Thankfully he obeyed but he continued to scream his encouragement to me. "Look at him go! Catch him Robert! Catch him!" Since I had a fish on I wanted to show him the correct way to play the fish but I realized that with his commotion there was no point. As the fish neared the boat David grabbed the net and yelled, "I'll get it!" He reached out as far as he could and lunged for the fish. The edge of the net struck the pike cleanly on the jaw knocking it off the hook. The fish disappeared in a flash. David sat with his mouth agape staring at the exact spot where the fish had vanished. I waited for him to turn his head towards me but he continued to stare at the spot as if with hard concentration he could will the fish to return. "I...I...I knocked him off the hook, didn't I?" he stated quietly. "Yup," I agreed. "That's exactly what you did." "And now you're super mad at me," he added still looking at the water. "Nope," I replied, "I'm not." "But that was a monster fish. You gotta be mad." "David, look at me. Do I look mad?" David slowly turned his head. Only then did I realize he was tearing up again. "David," I explained, "that was not a big pike. I expect that we're going to catch a lot of pike bigger than that this week. Not only that I don't like to eat pike. I much prefer pickerel. We were going to let all the pike go anyway. You just let that one go early. Besides we could catch a hundred of those today. Who cares if one gets away. On top of all that I haven't shown you the correct way to net a fish so it's my fault anyway." David's famous smile returned with the comment, "Robert you are the greatest." "No," I argued, "There are lots greater than me." "Like who?" "Well we could start with your dad." David did not debate the point. Instead he picked up his rod and cast towards the shallows. On his second cast he hooked his first fish. Between his histrionics he did hear me enough to understand that he had to keep the rod high and the line taut. I got some great shots of his unbounded joy and excitement as the fish splashed beside the canoe. "Net him Robert!" he shouted. "No," I said calmly. "You play him until he's completely tired and lying on the surface. Then when I put the net in the water you steer him over top." Three minutes later I lifted the pike into the boat. "Wow!" David exclaimed staring at his fish. "Did I really catch that?" "You sure did," I responded. "You did a great job." "I think it's bigger than yours!" he added. "Yeah, it is," I agreed. "I would guess twenty seven inches, maybe six pounds." "Can I keep him?" David pleaded. "David you'll catch more in a moment and hopefully bigger. What are you going to do with a hundred pike? Better we let him go so there will still be pike here ten years from now." David reluctantly agreed. We released his catch and moved on. We continued to play the weed beds as we worked our way around the bay and then into the next one. David was having the time of his life pulling in one pike after another. He was always convinced that each fish was going to be the biggest one yet. The reality was that despite the great number of fish the best we could do was thirty-one inches, about eight or nine pounds. "We're going to change tactics," I announced. "We'll add a little weight to the line and then troll along the edge of the weed beds. Some real lunkers should be waiting for us there. Besides we should catch a few pickerel so we can have a shore lunch." As advertised we soon had some nice plump pan-sized walleye. The pike continued to give us action too but the lunkers avoided us. It was about three o'clock now and time for 'lunch.' David picked out a great site to have our meal. I filleted the fish while David gathered the firewood. He protested when I threw the fish offal into the water. "Aren't you polluting?" he asked. "No self-respecting turtle would allow those fish scraps to remain more than an hour or two. I suspect this lake is full of hungry snappers." >From my pack I produced a skillet, some butter, a lemon and some pepper. Thirty minutes later we were stuffing ourselves with the most savoury of meals that you can imagine. David gave me some well deserved compliments. Satisfied with the first day's fishing I decided to troll back to camp in a little deeper water. We got a few hits but when we pulled the canoe out of the water we were still looking for a tackle buster. There was still lots of light left and David insisted we skinny-dip once more. Since it gave me one more opportunity to marvel at his perfection I quickly agreed. This time he headed for deeper water to show me how well he swam. He was a natural athlete and a candidate for any swim team. I watched him while I stood in chest deep water. He finally tired but instead of swimming to shore to rest he swam to me. "Hold me please Robert. I'm tired." He wrapped his arms around my neck while I supported his weight by placing my hands under his ample buttocks. I loved the feel of his naked flesh against mine. I was in heaven. We both instinctively reached for each other's lips and kissed fondly. Several times he broke away to swim some more only to return. I suspected he wasn't always as tired as he let on. On one occasion I inadvertently slipped a finger between his orbs and made contact with his rosebud. I was so aroused by then my hand began to rub slowly back and forth. David smiled, pulled his mouth close to my ear and murmured, "I like it when you do that." It would have been so easy to begin pushing a finger or two into his love chute and I seriously considered it. Somehow I was able to squelch my libido. "It's time to have supper, clean up the campsite and prepare for tomorrow. There's a lot more fishing to do," I announced. Later at David's request we had another campfire. We held each other in a fond embrace watching the sparks flare up into the night sky. We discussed the highlights of the day. As the flames began to fade a lone bullfrog in a distant bay interrupted us with his low pitched 'garump, garruump.' We retired quite happily to bed. Some time during the night I awoke to the staccato of heavy rain on the tent. I could also hear waves splashing against the shore of our island. They were sounds I enjoyed. It was obvious that the rain had ushered in a cold front and I snuggled further down into my sleeping bag. "Robert, are you awake?" said David quietly. "Yes David as a matter of fact I am. I'm listening to the rain." "I'm c-c-c-cold," he chattered. I put my hand in his sleeping bag to feel his chest. At some point he had dressed to keep warm but I could still feel him shivering. Even though it could be quite warm during the day in the north it could get extremely cold at night. Hypothermia was a real risk and I wasn't about to take any chances. "Get out of your sleeping bag David," I instructed. Knowing the bags were compatible I undid both of them and then zipped them together to form one large bag. "Now take off all your clothes," I ordered. "B-b-b-but I'm cold," he reminded me. "Don't worry David. In a moment you'll be toasty warm. Just take off your clothes and dive into the bag." I did likewise and followed him in. "Now hold me close and make as much body contact with me as you can." He didn't have to be told twice. He snuggled up close and clutched me with a firm embrace. I wrapped my hands around his ass cheeks and pulled him in even closer. His body felt cold to me but I knew my body would feel warm to him. "Wow! You feel really hot. I feel better already," he cooed. I knew that in a few moments we would both feel warm for the rest of the night. "Before we go to sleep you must remember one golden rule. No farting!" I declared. David began to giggle. "Yeah I could get you back big time." "You do," I promised, "and I'll not only push you out of the bag, I'll push you out of the tent too!" As we began to settle down I could feel his hardness against my stomach as I was sure he could feel mine. Suddenly I felt two hands grasp my most prized possession once more. "What this time David? Are you trying to feel comfortable again?" 'No," David responded, "my hands are still cold and your cock makes a great hand warmer!" I laughed out loud. His ingenuity was unique. How could I possibly object? I fell asleep wondering how the next day could be an improvement on this one. CHAPTER TEN I awoke as the sun was just peeking into the tent. I was still embracing my angel. I stared into his face mesmerized by his beauty, the curve of his red cheeks, the rosebud lips and his long blond eyelashes. Without thinking about it I reached over and kissed him on the lips. "Mmmmmm," he sighed, "that was nice." He opened his eyes and smiled sweetly. "Tell me again how handsome I am." I screwed up my face and responded, "Handsome nothing! You are one ugly dude!" David broke up with laughter. "You lie!" he exclaimed. "You already told me how handsome I am." "No, no, no," I replied, "that was the lie. You are uuuuuuugly!" David broke up even more. "You always make me laugh." I held him even closer and again without prethought I found myself rolling his naked body on top of me so that we lay face to face. His lips found mine and we had a long passionate kiss. God I loved this kid! As our lips finally separated I could feel his hardness grinding into my stomach. Slowly but deliberately he began to move his body up and down. I moved my hands down and placed one on each of his ass cheeks. "David," I whispered, "do you know what you're doing?" He paused momentarily. "No, not really, but it just feels like the right thing to do, like you said. I'm comfortable doing it and I like the feeling it gives my cock." Even as David continued I told myself it was time to stop. I was allowing things to go too far and I was letting everyone down. And yet.....I couldn't. Too much had happened. I was too sexually charged and I knew I had passed the point of no return. I relaxed and enjoyed the moment. He gradually became wild, moving his body as fast as he could. I knew it wouldn't take long. David began to moan. "Oh-oh-ohhhh," he cried. His back went tense and he looked at me openmouthed. "Oh wow," he added, and then he gently collapsed on top of me. He lay there silently, breathing heavily, totally spent. Finally we made eye contact. "I never tickled as good as that before. That was the best." His comments snapped me out of my sexual stupor. "I'm glad you enjoyed it David but I'm afraid I've let you and your father down." Wise beyond his tender years David thoughtfully responded, "No you haven't. You didn't do anything. I wish you had but you didn't. I did everything. Besides nobody except us will ever know." I responded by kissing him once more. A few moments later we grudgingly exited the tent and greeted the new day. Under the circumstances I felt a good bath was in order. This time I soaped his back without complaint. For good measure I ventured down to his ass cheeks and soaped them as well. His body language told me he enjoyed the extra attention. He then insisted on returning the favour. He began with my back but soon progressed to the front and my groin. He bent down inches from my member and began soaping the shaft of my cock. Proceeding slowly now he began to work the glans forcing soap into every crevice he could find. Finally he grasped the skin firmly and began to run it rapidly back and forth. "David," I protested, "you're doing it to me aren't you?" He looked up with those huge innocent doe eyes and explained, "No I'm not. I'm making sure it's nice and clean." 'Yeah right!" I responded, putting my hand over his. He looked up and smiled impishly. "I hoped that you wouldn't notice." "You know David this was supposed to be a fishing trip a big number one and sex education a small number two, not the other way around. My editor would not be happy if he knew how little fishing we've done to date." "I can be ready in two minutes," David declared. "Well let's eat first and then we'll go," I suggested. "I'm going to catch the biggest fish in the lake today!" he promised as he splashed out of the water. Little would David know how prophetic he would be. We were on the water a little after ten, a small improvement over the previous day. I put a large silver spoon lure on David's line and added weight. I explained that we would troll deep for lake trout today. I also wanted to test the river mouth, usually a hot spot for pickerel and large pike. It was another idyllic day. Just a few cotton balls drifted across the sky. I pointed out another moose eating in one of the bays we had fished in yesterday. This time it was a cow with her calf. We had fished for about an hour with just a couple of small trout to show for our efforts. I was contemplating changing tactics when David's line went taut. "Back the canoe up!" David yelled. "I've snagged the bottom." I looked at his line and I could see that it was moving slowly to the right instead of staying behind the canoe. "I don't think so David. You sir have just hooked a very big fish!" "What do I do? What do I do?" David screamed. "Calm down David," I advised. "Don't get too excited. By the end of the day yesterday you were an expert at bringing in those large pike. Do the same thing today." His reel sang out as the giant fish stripped line from the spool. "Here, you better take my rod. I'll lose him for sure." "No way," I responded. "This is a big trout. I'm just going to sit here, take pictures and enjoy the battle." David did settle down. I was proud of him. He didn't panic when the fish again stripped off more line. He held the rod high and reeled in line when he could. For forty minutes the titanic battle ebbed back and forth. The fish stayed deep as large trout do. Finally I peered over the side of the canoe into the depths of the lake. Far below I could just make out the outline of the leviathan. That's strange I thought. Somehow it didn't look like a lake trout. Then it dawned on me that David had hooked a monster walleye. "Don't reel him in any further," I instructed. "Let him tire himself out. If he wants more line let him take it." "I'm the one getting tired," he responded. "Concentrate!" I yelled. "This is the most important part of catching him." I was the one getting excited now. David never saw his fish until we had him in the boat. I had to grab the net on both sides in order to get him in. David stared openmouthed and eyes wide. All he could say was, "I don't believe it. I don't believe it!" I quickly took pictures. Then we lifted him up and found him to be just over eighteen pounds. I took more shots with David holding up as much of him as he could while sitting in the canoe. "Most pickerel fishermen fish an entire lifetime without ever catching one as large as this!" I enthused. "Do we eat him?" "We could take him to a taxidermist," I responded, "but by the time we got there he would be rotten and that would be a shame. He's a good breeding size and it would be great to see many more this size in years to come. What do you think?" "I'll have a picture to prove I caught him, right?" "Of course," I agreed. David made me proud by agreeing to let him go. I held him up once more so that David could take it all in. Then I carefully lowered the fish over the side and let go. We stared at each other like a couple of proud Cheshire cats. "I'm going to catch an even bigger one," David declared as he cast his line back in. As fate would have it we arrived at the river mouth without another strike. As I expected the fishing here was quite lucrative. We began catching large though not monstrous pike alternately with some plump pan-sized pickerel. We rested with our second gourmet shore lunch of the week. After the fish we ate a trail mix of nuts and raisins for desert. While I cleaned up David cast out a few more times but inexplicably the fish had disappeared. "Why aren't I catching anything?" David complained. I suddenly realized the air was full of mayflies. After hatching they immediately have a courtship flight. Clumsy fliers at best, many were falling into the water. I pointed out to David that as far as the eye could see there were tiny ripples on the water surface as one fly after another was plucked by a fish below. We switched to small surface lures and the action was immediate and frenzied. We each caught and released about fifty fish in the next hour or so. Finally David turned to me and said, "That's enough. My arms are tired. Let's go back to camp." A few hours later we were seated beside the evening campfire. David spotted a shooting star. I started to explain that a shooting star is not really a star at all when I stopped myself. "You know, I've been lecturing to you all week and I'm not being fair to you. I'm going to shut up and just let you enjoy." "No, no," David protested, "I like it when you teach me stuff. Can you please teach me about the sky?" "Are you sure?" "Pleeeaaase," he responded. "Okay then but to look at the sky properly we have to be looking up." I took the double sleeping bag off the line and laid it out on a flat rock. We lay side by side. "Wow!" David exclaimed, "I never seen so many stars before. There must be a zillion of them!" Away from the bright lights and smog of the city the heavens were truly majestic. It was easy to see why the ancients used the heavens so much in their religions and superstitions. We spent a couple of joyful hours pointing out the Milky Way, Jupiter and Mars, and discussing such topics as galaxies and space travel. Each question of David's that I answered invariably led to three new ones. I didn't know which of us was having the better time. "We talked about some of this stuff in school but it's way way better actually seeing them for real with you," he stated. I replied, "There's an old Chinese proverb that says that seeing once is better than being told a thousand times." As the last embers of the fire began to fade I suggested it was time to hit the sack. "It's warm enough that we can sleep in separate bags tonight," I suggested. David shot a look of anguish in my direction. "Please no. It's still cool and I really enjoy cuddling up to you. Pleeeaaase!" He followed that up by rolling over and hugging me. One bag it was.