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Cut Off


Photo Courtesy of Ken Johnston

The commercial fishing season in the Queen Charlotte Islands was over for another year. The Captain and I had several days of travel in our fish boat before we would reach our home on Vancouver Island. One afternoon we dropped the hook in the estuary of one of the rivers that flow from the Coast Mountains down to Grenville Channel. Not a soul around, and the scenic beauty called us to go exploring.

Leaving the fish boat anchored in deeper water, we launched the skiff and motored partway up the river beside a huge expanse of tidal flats. The Captain looped the skiff’s small anchor about two feet off the ground, around the gnarly wood of an uprooted tree. The estuary was like a meadow except for two things: the grass was long, coarse and yellow, most of it lying down from the rush of the tide over it every six hours or so, and the “meadow” was crisscrossed by ditches  where the tide carved out trenches each time it flooded and ebbed.

The power of nature was awe-inspiring. A herbal aroma, mixed with the salty iodine smell of low tide, wafted over the estuary. I felt small and alone against the backdrop of mountains. We tromped across the tidal flats, high-stepping over the humps and bumps of the grassy knolls and leaping over muddy ditches. I thought about nature shows I’d seen where people surprise grizzlies who are feeding in some low spot out of sight. When I saw a huge footprint in the mud, I wondered how alone we really were.

Photo Courtesy of Ken Johnston

“What if we surprise a grizzly?”

“Naw! They’re all up in the mountains.”

“But that footprint …”

“Just a dip in the mud. Don’t worry about it.”

We walked until we were close to the edge of the trees at the foot of the mountains, commenting on the birds that thrived in this marshy place and noting the evidence of small animals that had fed on shellfish.

After about an hour, the Captain said, “Tide’s starting to come in. We’d better go back.”

The sun was sinking lower in the sky. Soon it would drop behind the tops of the hills on the far side of Grenville Channel. We’d had a beautiful afternoon and a chance to stretch our legs after being confined to the fish boat for so long. We looked forward to a good night’s sleep after so much fresh air.

Many small trenches were now filling with water.  We jumped over some and waded through the wider ones. We were still about ten minutes’ walk from our skiff when we came to a wide trench that now held water just deep enough to go over our boots. While we looked for a way around the ditch, and found none, the water continued to pour in and was soon thigh high.

“You stay here, and I’ll go across and bring the skiff up the river to pick you up.”

“No,” I said. “I might as well come with you.” Truth was, I didn’t relish being left behind as grizzly bait. I was still convinced that the footprint I saw was from a bear. “But listen! Hear that?”

“An outboard.”

We waited and sure enough the sound came closer. A man wearing dark green raingear pulled up in his skiff and waved to us. He pointed. “That your skiff down the river there?”

“Yeah. Tide cut us off. I was just going to wade across and bring it up here to pick up my wife.”

“Just wait there,” the man said. “I’ll go back and tow it up here for you.” He spun his boat around and took off.

We stood on the grass at the edge of the rising water and smiled. “How lucky was that?” I said. “But where did he come from? There’s no one else for miles and miles around here.”

We waited as the sound of his motor faded. We waited. And waited. “What if he just went home, wherever that is? Was he really here? Did he really say he was going to get our skiff? Did we dream it? I don’t hear his motor at all.”

The light was fading and the back of my neck was starting to get prickly at the thought of being stuck here. Visions of grizzlies looking for hors d’oevres flashed through my mind. This was traditional grizzly country. But they were all up in the mountains, right?

“Maybe we should go for it while we still can,” I suggested.

“I’ll go,” the Captain said. “It’s waist deep now and ice cold. No sense both of us getting hypothermia.”

Again, in the nick of time, we heard the sound of an outboard. The man in green pulled over to the river’s edge and delivered our skiff to us. We were saved. We thanked him profusely, explaining that we do know about tides, but we sure hadn’t expected it to move that fast.
“Oh, it’s bad in here because it’s flat for such a long way. Sorry it took me so long but your skiff’s rope was four feet under water. Took me a while to get it undone.”

“We’re sure lucky you came along,” the Captain said. “But where did you come from? There’s no one around here.”

“I have a barge at the old cannery, across the channel,” he said. “Running a little guiding operation.”

“For sport fishing for salmon?” I asked.

“No. For hunting grizzlies.”

Photo Courtesy of Ken Johnston

Author: wordsfromanneli

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31 thoughts on “Cut Off

  1. Ah, I love those “famous last words.” Great story, thank you.

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  2. Hey Anneli that is a very cute story It made me laugh on a grey and rainy day. great photos.

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  3. LOL!!! Dare I say you narrowly escaped a grizzly end.

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  4. Ha ha..Captain Gary..know your tides do you? Love the gorgeous photo’s Anneli and those bears do look cuddly… Dawn

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  5. Firstly love the photos…. but you nearly ended a good day with a grizzly ending…. love the story….

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  6. Fab story Anneli! And so well told. Made my morning x

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  7. What an awful feeling it must have been, being trapped in grizzly-country.

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  8. Just another wonderful nature walk and story by Anneli.

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  9. I love that story. It reminds me of one I might read in the magazine where I had two short stories published, Angels on Earth. That guy was your angel on earth. 🙂

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  10. I agree 100% with the comments on the photos. They really are spectacular. 🙂 I have no doubt that you and Captain Gary would have made it back to the boat, but what a blessing to have the other fellow show up when he did. Whew! Great story… and no, I will not make a pun about the grizzly ending. That was very funny, Bulldog and Pat. How clever. 🙂

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  11. The journey together from the beginning of your story until the final moments had me on edge. I did not wish you to be bear bait, either! I also loved and enjoyed the photographs of the untouched natural wonders. Especially the scene with the misty or foggy air creating sunbeams in the photograph. Anneli, this shows us more of your writing talent and I admire the way you captured the excitement and anticipation, glad you were ‘saved’ by the grizzly bear hunter’s helping hands.
    Hope you have a lovely Easter, Anneli! I am heading later today with my oldest daughter and two grandsons up to see my Mom. She and the boys will stay close by, at my brother and sister in law’s house, while I will stay with Mom. Our ‘Easter celebration’ will be on Saturday evening, although the Easter Bunny will bring baskets filled with treats on Sunday morning!

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  12. What a harrowing experience! Thanks for sharing this Anneli! Hugs – B

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  13. Thanks, Barb. It started out beautiful and went downhill from there.


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