LIFE
MARK PAPOUSEK Twice in a lifetime It’s not often that you have an item on your
bucket list that you can fulfill and then have a chance to do it again. But that is exactly what happened to me this
past year. I was sitting in my townhouse in Florida last
winter when a friend of mine, Brian Wilson, called to say hello. Brian had been going through some health
issues and had just completed treatments. He was looking for a little adventure come summer. I asked him what he might like to do.
Perhaps go to Northern Ontario to the Slate Islands on Lake Superior to fish lake trout? Fly into Labrador to fish speckles? I had done both these things. I wrote about
them in previous issues of Bounder. Brian had read the stories and had seen the photos. So it took him about 10 seconds to say he would love to take the trip into Labrador and fish the mighty speckled trout. The first time I had been to Labrador to fish birthday gift from my wife, Bev. My
was a 50th
long-time friend, Bill Neilson, who owns the Timber Run Golf Club in Lanark, wanted to celebrate with me, and we had gone on what I thought was a once-in-a-lifetime trip. Fast forward 10 years. Bev said for my 60th
I should bring Brian and Bill with me. That was the plan, but we needed a fourth.
24 BOUNDER MAGAZINE So Bill recruited Wib Crain, owner of
Crain’s Construction in Maberly, Ontario. Wib had never been to Newfoundland, and he looked forward to the whole experience. I made the call to Rick Adams. I had flown
to Labrador with Rick, to his camp on Paul Lake, just south of Goose Bay. Rick, now 75, only goes into the camp a few times each summer with people he knows. He decided to take the four of us on our trip. We set up our flights to St John’s, rented
a large truck for transportation, and booked a few places to stay on the way to Springdale to connect with our flight to Labrador. The date for the trip (June 29) finally
arrived. We were up early and out to Davies Pond to meet Rick and his float plane. Rick’s significant other, Gloria, was going to join us for our four days, so we had to make two flights into the camp. The trip, depending on winds, would take an
hour and 40 minutes one way. We decided that Bill, Brian and I would make the first trip in, and Wib and Gloria the second. As we flew over Newfoundland’s great
northern peninsula and across the Strait of Belle Isle, a lot of memories came flooding back. Rick showed us our home for the next few
days. We could hardly wait to get there and begin fishing. Rick’s camp is on an island on
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