We were headed for the Gold for a weeklong trip. The deal was I would drive and Clint would pump a lot of sand shrimp.

We met at the ferry at Twassen. Once we were in Gold River Clint discovered that he had left 24 dozen sand shrimp in the girlfriend’s trunk. We decided to call her that night. But by the time we got in, had a few beers, and got out gear ready for the next day, it was too late. Clint finally called her about five days later. By then she knew. Boy did he know! The romance didn't last too much longer. We sure missed those sand shrimp.