Montana Woods N Water July 2016 Print Edition | Page 20

TONY REBO UNLEASHED What Goes Around Comes Around By Tony Rebo Each summer I enjoy seeing old friends who travel back to our tiny hidden town in the northwest corner of Montana. Many of these visitors were friends of my kids, and it is always a pleasure to catch up on what is going on in their lives. I was very close with many of the kids who grew up with my kids, and I so enjoy seeing them and their new families. Just recently I was lucky enough to have run into three of my son’s buddies at the local brewery. We caught up on what everyone has been doing with their lives since they graduated. All three are married and some even have kids. We told stories and laughed about the crazy stuff they used to pull. Finally the conversation turned to fishing and before long a hiking trip was planned to a lake 3.5 miles back into the wilderness. We were going to make just a day trip, fish for a few hours and return back to town that same evening. I met the boys at the trail head at 7:00 AM. They were very excited to catch some fish and enjoy the view of the beautiful cabinet mountains. The hike in was enjoyable, and we stopped several times so they could capture the beauty of it all on their phone cameras. We reached the lake by early morning and got right to fishing. I put together my fly rod while the boys all drug out spinning rods from their backpacks. I caught and released several nice fish throughout the morning. My three companions were not having that much luck at all; in fact they hadn’t caught a fish between the three. I may have started to rub it in a tiny bit. I asked if they needed my help which slight grunts and groans were the familiar response. After a great day of me catching fish and the bantering of today’s youth, it was time to head down the trail back to our vehicles. The boys had broken down the trail ahead of me and were soon out of sight. I was puzzled by their haste in leaving. Soon I caught up to the three as they were huddled together in the trail. It seemed like one of the boys, we will just call him traitor #1had slipped on some rocks and took a spill and put his back out. Traitors 2 and 3 were standing over traitor 1 offering comfort. It seemed we were in a bad spot as traitor 1 was going to need assistance back to the truck. His two comrades volunteered to help him down the trail and back to the truck. I was asked if I could carry his pack out. That wasn’t going to be an issue, I gladly wanted to be part of this rescue mission and so I grabbed up his pack and tied mine to his and threw it on my back. The boys hurriedly left me again to get their friend back down to the pickup. My pace was somewhat slowed as the pack I was carrying was somewhat heavy. Not like uncomfortable heavy, but like agonizing heavy. I had wondered what traitor 1 could have in this pack that could weigh so much. If only I had stopped and looked in the pack. The last mile was horrible as I staggered back and forth on the trail. I was afraid to stop as I didn’t think I would be able to get back up. Finally the truck was in site, and sitting on the tailgate were the three boys. They were sipping on a cold one and laughing out loud. It seemed traitor 1 was now feeling much better and didn’t have any symptoms of a bad back. In fact he did a cart wheel just to mess with me. I threw off the backpack and stepped back only to collapse to the ground. The three idiots who once were my friends were laughing hysterically. I demanded to know what was in the pack. Traitor 1 opened up the pack and as I glanced into it, my mind raced back to 15 years ago. Continued on page 19. 18