{"id":226,"date":"2021-12-15T07:09:32","date_gmt":"2021-12-15T07:09:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mdr.foobrdigital.com\/?p=226"},"modified":"2021-12-15T07:09:32","modified_gmt":"2021-12-15T07:09:32","slug":"the-men-and-the-lake","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mudassirbackup.infinitycodestudio.com\/index.php\/2021\/12\/15\/the-men-and-the-lake\/","title":{"rendered":"The Men and the Lake"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

We could talk about the storm.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about the wind and waves.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about the boat.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about the life jackets.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about the men and the lake.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about why they went so far out from shore.   <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about the beer and whisky.  <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about how they ended up in the water.   <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about their struggle.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about what they talked about.  <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about friendship.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about luck. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about the storm<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like often happens<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In Montana, it came on fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The conditions went from ideal to<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know, man\u201d in the time it took to down a tall can of Rainier. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dark clouds gathered on the horizon like a herd of buffalo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a crack of thunder, the herd stampeded.    <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The storm trampled them in minutes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaving them stunned.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It left them floundering for hours. And then, it passed on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Across the lake and over the mountains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaving the two men in its wake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Swimming for their lives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about the wind and waves.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blustery doesn\u2019t cut it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It truly went beyond bluster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wind blew water spray that stung like bees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Waves grew to three feet, hurtling ever faster.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rain fell in sharp angles, like shards of glass from a broken sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beneath them, there was action of a different kind. The fish finder on their dashboard<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Showed there were monsters lurking not far below. Huge fish on the rise.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The boat rocked in the waves, like a bronc rider.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Up and down, from crest to trough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Did they simply wait too long?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To reel in their lines?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about the boat.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a small fishing boat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Half covered with a tan canvas top.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A boat of white with black trim, named Calypso.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Twenty-two feet long with a fish finder and 200 HP Mercury outboard motor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Equipped with an electronic fish finder and net.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rented for seven days \u2013 Monday, Sept. 12 through Sept. 19.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Found abandoned on Wild Horse Island.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the boat \u2013 one life jacket, one fishing rod (line reeled in), various tackle including <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lures and spoons, normally used when jackrigging for deep lake trout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The boat was in working order. No engine failure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And still with fuel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about the life jackets.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As standard,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The boat was equipped with life jackets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One for each person on board. Two.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

One jacket was found in the boat when it was discovered,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Washed up on Wild Horse Island. Abandoned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Authorities speculated that both men<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At some point left the vessel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a raging storm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With just one<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Life jacket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about the men and the lake.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Friends since third grade,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They grew up on Wyoming Avenue, five houses apart,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Throwing rocks and snowballs and insults at other kids, and each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And making themselves crack up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two friends. One serious and competitive, the other funny and who-gives-a-shit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor and Mason. Also known by many as Connie and Mace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After high school, Connor went to college and Mason joined the Navy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They drifted apart for a decade, then nature (or fish, or fate),<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brought them back together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They reconnected over a shared love of angling, drinking, and sports trivia.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It had been eight years since they last fished together,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on Great Bear Lake in Canada.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason wanted to catch one more big fish before he died, he said, laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He wanted them to go back to the Great Bear.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor said it was a brilliant idea and wondered if Mason was sober. He seemed lucid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason assured him he was. Connor responded that the proposal was sound,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But Great Bear Lake was not possible. Not this year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He flashed on an alternative instead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How about Flathead Lake? Northwest Montana instead of Northwest Territories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Go in mid-September when kids and fish are back in school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are huge lake trout in Flathead, Connor told him.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason had never fished Flathead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He bit and the trip was booked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Flathead Lake is an<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Immense, breathtaking body of water,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just forty miles south of Glacier National Park.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Born out of the ice age from the glacial waters of ancient Lake Missoula.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Near 30 miles long and 17 miles wide, with a depth of up to 370 feet, Flathead is one of<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The largest freshwater lakes in the nation. Home to millions of fish.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lake trout, bull trout, pike, whitefish, yellow perch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And, according to legend,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One monster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sightings of a strange, undefined creature have  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Been surfacing since the late 1800s. It looks like a dark, elongated eel crossing the water,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Those who claim to have seen it say. Others think it\u2019s something else.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A huge, rare white sturgeon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Never before caught.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The week Connor and Mason<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Were at Flathead was sunny and warm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Days in the low 80s. Water hovering around 60 degrees. <\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Warm enough to swim in, which they did off their dock<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In mid-day, when fish took a siesta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The conditions were perfect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until they weren\u2019t. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Turns out,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The monster wasn\u2019t in the lake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was in the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lurking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about why they went so far out from shore.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

They say,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you want to catch the big ones,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or the monster, you have to go out farther.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Out where it\u2019s deeper, into the heart of the lake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the evening of Sunday, Sept. 18, the last day of their fishing week,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor and Mason decided to do just that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They went out beyond other boats,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Casting their last call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hoping for luck.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about the beer and whisky.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/strong>Found in the boat,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sitting undisturbed on the dash,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Were two open cans of Rainier beer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One half full, the other with just a few swallows left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Behind the captain\u2019s seat was a cooler containing four unopened cans of the same beer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a pint of Bushmills, three fingers left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whether the two men<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Were impaired,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is unclear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about how they ended up in the water.      <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor saw it first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The monster of a storm,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Forming on the horizon, coming their way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wind whipping, Connor yelled to Mason to reel in and hurry up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And put on your life jacket. Connor was wearing his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason looked at the storm blowing their way and said, Aww, shit! My damn luck!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

They began reeling in their lines.,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor told Mason again to put on his life vest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason said he would once he had his line in. He stood mad, disconsolate, downcast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, in a jolt from the blue, came a strike to Mason\u2019s line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A hard yank that pulled line zinging out,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Causing a startled Mason to lose his grip on the rod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It flew into the lake ten feet from the boat. Mason, eyes wide,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leapt into the lake and swam three strokes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To his pole and grabbed it.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He tried to swim back,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But was too weak for the waves<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And made no progress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor leaned out<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over the boat<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And yelled at the top of his lungs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Drop it! Let it go! Get to the boat! Swim!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason paused, then let the rod and fish go and swam for the boat. The Calypso.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it was no good. Waves carried him out farther.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

On instinct, Connor dove into the lake to save his friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He reached Mason in five seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Told him to hang on and Connor would swim them to the boat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the waves were too much. Mason too heavy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor realized he must swim to the boat himself.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He gave Mason his vest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Said he\u2019d get the boat and come back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then Connie struck out for the boat,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Head down, swimming and kicking furiously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But as he rose upon the crest of a wave and strained to see, he saw the boat,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With its canvas top acting as a sail, carried by the gale, getting further away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connie stopped, turned around and saw Mace,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His face white as sea foam,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Both hands holding onto the life jacket around his neck,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bobbing in the waves, thirty feet back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He swam to his friend and said it was no use.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Boat was gone. But rescue would be coming, he told Mace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Search boats will find them soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He tried to make himself believe it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason had taken on water<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And was coughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Trying to keep his head up, treading water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor struggled as well, dog paddling, facing into the waves,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Riding them like an aqua roller coaster. Neither said a word. Mason in shock,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connie gasping, trying to grasp the enormity of the crisis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two men in the water in the middle of Flathead Lake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One life jacket. Sun sinking.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Caught in the jaws of a<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Snarling storm.   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about their struggle.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The rain and wind lashed their faces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thunder boomed and lightning ignited the sky.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They each held on to the life jacket and<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Struggled to stay afloat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They realized it wouldn\u2019t hold them both up. Only one at a time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor was the stronger swimmer. He let Mason have the life jacket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stayed within arm\u2019s reach, treading water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without the life jacket, Mason would have soon sunk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His face was a ghostly pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They held on,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Talking about options,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ways they might survive this,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If they could last through the night, and be seen<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day, when a search boat or plane would find them. Alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And they would be in the news, go on TV, have drinks bought for them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes, it could happen. No, it will happen. They were sure of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Within an hour, the storm and thunder rumbled off<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Across the lake and over the mountains,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaving in its wake two shaken,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shivering men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The waves had dropped a foot,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the lake still heaved and they felt seasick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor was cramping a bit in his left calf.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He reached down and massaged it.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was near 8:00 p.m.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Darkness was about two hours away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Water temperature was about 56 degrees,<\/strong> not low enough<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To risk hypothermia, but their body temperature was dropping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason couldn\u2019t stop trembling.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor tried to keep him engaged.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hey Mace, should we swim for it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nice try, Con.<\/em> You know I\u2019d never make it. You\u2019d hold me back too much.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s it, buddy. Gimme some shit.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I never shoulda listened to you. We shoulda gone to the Great Bear. How far is it to shore?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

About eight miles I\u2019d say. Piece of cake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 I can\u2019t do it, but you could. Swim for it, I\u2019ll wait here.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m not leaving ya. Stay together, our chances are better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We\u2019re dead men floating, you know that.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

No, I don\u2019t! We can survive this!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t lie to me, man. Not now.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Float on your back, breathe easy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can\u2019t. I never could float.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Y<\/em>eah, you can.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How long?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until they find us! Idiot!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019re the idiot.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Am not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about what they talked about.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

At first they shouted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yelled back and forth as loud as they could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just tread, just tread, face the waves, keep your head up!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They kicked, swam, and swayed arms to stay upright.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then came the cursing. Then the crying. Then the apologizing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m so sorry, so sorry, so sorry. It\u2019s my fault. My bad.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shut up, Mace!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why did I have to do it?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Go after that damn rod and fish. You shouldn\u2019t have come after me, Con.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Remember asshole, it was my idea that got us in this spot. My idea to come here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yeah! It\u2019s all your fault. Flathead. Great idea, friend. I feel better now.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Good! It\u2019s nobody\u2019s fault.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But ya gotta admit it was a sweet-ass fishing rod.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

They both laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And cried more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As night fell,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They talked less,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And dealt with their own feelings. Sadness. Remorse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor kept looking toward the shore, searching for a light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The water was colder, but the wind had died down for the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They both knew the key question and debated it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Could they last until tomorrow?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or would they disappear?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Out of sight. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

True to his nature,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason tried to joke about their plight.   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I never would\u2019ve guessed I\u2019d die doing something I loved.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who knew fishing for monsters was bad for you? I didn\u2019t. Did you?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This wasn\u2019t in the brochure.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shut up, we\u2019re not gonna die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I always thought it would be something boring like cancer.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stop it. Or I\u2019ll strangle you to death. Quit talkin\u2019 like we\u2019re goners.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon enough, my friend.<\/em> Don\u2019t worry.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m not gonna spout some clich\u00e9 claptrap,<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like I\u2019ll see you on the other side.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thanks. That might kill me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They recalled memories, old friends,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the early days on Wyoming Avenue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Loved ones were almost too painful to talk about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But they did,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And made promises<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometime in the middle of the night,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason asked Connor to sing something. Anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Connor asked why, Mason told him of a quote he\u2019d read.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something Voltaire said:  Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor thought for a moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason went on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sing me a song, Con.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Weakly, Connor began to sing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was unclear at first, but then got louder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let\u2019s go bears, let\u2019s get on the ball, let\u2019s show them, we\u2019re the best of all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was their high school fight song. Mason finished it with him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With spirit, and with royalty, we\u2019ll go marching on to victory.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

They laughed and tried to high five.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason joked,   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seriously, dude? Our fight song? God, you\u2019re lame to the end.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The insults warmed them both.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, past midnight,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over four hours in the water now,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With the moon beaming down like a flashlight,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They got a little deeper. They discussed life and death, faith and prayer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason mentioned their boat, the Calypso.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He told Connor about the name\u2019s origin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In Homer\u2019s Odyssey,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He wrote of a sea princess named Calypso, a child of the gods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was immortal, would never die. It made her deeply sad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She envied mere mortals who knew<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They would perish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Their lives had more meaning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every decision was huge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Life was more significant because time was limited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Calypso wanted to feel that. But she couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her life would never end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason said he\u2019d hate to live forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He said from now on he\u2019d quit taking life for granted. Appreciate it more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor said me too, buddy. Me, too.   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I\u2019ll miss you.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about friendship.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Around 4:00 a.m. now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor was spent. Legs cramping. Muscles burning.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They had been in the water for over eight hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The moon was descending over the mountains and they could hardly see each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They had been trading the life jacket, to give Connor some rest, but Mason could no longer <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Keep himself afloat so he wore the vest most of the time.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor tried to conserve energy floating on his back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He knew he couldn\u2019t last long, treading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not without a life jacket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason was worse off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He began to cough sharply. Over and over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Are there sharks around? I\u2019m spitting up blood.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor saw blood and mucus on the life vest. Said to hang on. Sunrise was coming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But Mason was done. His face gray. Eyes half mast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He knew he was dying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You take the life vest. You can make it. I can\u2019t.  <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

No, Mace! Keep it on! Just a few more hours! Sun will be up and we\u2019ll be found!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No. I\u2019m finished, man. Done. I want out.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stay with me, Mace!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the dark,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mace began to unclip his vest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He slipped out of it and pushed it toward Connor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor yelled to put it back on. Mace began to swim, toward the mountains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor swam after him and tried to put the life jacket over his friend\u2019s head,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But Mason went under. Connor pulled him up holding him tight, the vest between them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason pushed free and vigorously shook his head. Tears dropped into the water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love ya, man. See ya on the other side.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And with a slight grin he said,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then he closed his eyes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And his body went under the waves,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Into the dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connor could only watch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had no more energy. Couldn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He let his friend go and put on the life jacket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, lay back, looked at the stars,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And let it all be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could talk about luck.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a fluke they say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How he was found.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Floating almost unconscious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the center of a vast 200-square mile lake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once their fishing boat was discovered on Wild Horse Island,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A search was launched. A plane spotted his orange vest and alerted Search & Rescue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was late afternoon when he was pulled from the water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still breathing after 21 hours floating.   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He considers himself the luckiest man<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On earth. And water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When questioned, Connor said,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t fate,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just luck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had it this time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mason didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But my luck was because of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019s the reason I\u2019m alive.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t know<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What else to say,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Other than we all have our<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fair share of bad luck and strife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In fishing as well as<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We thank him for the interview that led to this account.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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