| Notes: Very nice and clean. Text free of highlighting and writing. Tightly bound. ?I watched the waves, seized my chance, turned, and headed shoreward. Fifteen feet from shore I caught a crest and barreled toward the beach. ROUGH LANDING, TOO FAR DOWN THE SLOPE. The prow hit gravel, the wave washed under me, the stern sank and the skiff slid seaward down the beach. A wave broke over my head and filled the boat and it sank, the tip of the prow poking above water. I sat, and my hipboots filled with water, the waves broke over my head and the boat began to fill with wave-tossed gravel. Water swirled chest deep, the waves poured water down my back and smashed my gas cans on the beach. JUMP! YOU FOOL! DON?T JUST SIT HERE AND DROWN! I stood in the crashing surf and took the kicker off the stern, lugged it onto the beach, collected gas cans, grabbed my ax and cut the lashings, threw my gear ashore, jerked out the floor boards, dove down and' fished up the shotgun and the stove pipe. I stood on the beach and an imp sat laughing on the prow of my wave-washed boat. The clouds let the sun through and the whilte-caps sparkled and I roared and laughed and wondered how the hell to get my boat out of the water." 158 pages. Forrer, Eric, Pacific salmon-fishing--Yukon |