Fishing in Canada
My family has owned two lakeside cabins on a beautiful Canadian lake since I was a child. I remember going there with my parents for a week of swimming, boating and fishing. The cabins shared a dock and sat about 100 yards up from the lake. While the cabins weren't particularly close to one another they were within "shouting distance."
Every year I would go with 2 of my fishing buddies for a carefree week of leisure, relaxing beer drinking and fishing. Over the years we would rent out the second cabin. Sometimes there were folks in the second cabin and sometimes it was empty. My brother handled the rental details.
Every day started the same -- coffee and smoke a cigar on the front porch with my buddies before heading down to the lake to fish. Every day ended the same -- clean fish, wash up, grab a beer and smoke a cigar on the front porch.
The second day we were there a group of 4 women arrived and unloaded their stuff into the second cabin. We exchanged casual waves as they unloaded.
After fishing all day, we returned to our cabin, got our beers and cigars, and just relaxed. Shortly thereafter the 4 women emerged from their cabin in bikinis and headed down to the lake. I guess they were going to swim since we didn't see any fishing gear. Bill commented, "Nice looking women from what I can see from here. I like the bikinis."
After about an hour, well into our second beers, the women trudged back up the hill to their cabin. Several minutes later one of the women emerged out the back sliding door onto their deck and proceeded to take off her bikini top and hang in on the deck railing to dry. Her bottoms followed shortly and were hung on the railing next to her top. Now totally naked, she popped back into the cabin.
"It's a shame she didn't stay out longer, I was really enjoying the view," quipped Bill. We all agreed.
Not 2 minutes later a second woman emerged and proceeded to follow the same process. Top off, on the railing, bottom off, on the railing, totally naked, back into their cabin.
"Damn, this is starting to get interesting. I'm going to grab another beer and see if the other two want to show off. Anyone else want another beer?" Bill asked. John and I both decided another beer was a good idea.
Maybe 10 minutes went by before the last 2 women came out. They, too, followed the same procedure. It was almost as if they had rehearsed their grand displays. They sure had our attention.
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The next morning we drank our coffee and smoked our cigars like always. Before we headed down to the dock one of the women came out in a robe, coffee cup in hand, gave a wave to us then scooped up all 4 sets of swim wear before heading back into the cabin.
While fishing we wondered if yesterday's displays might continue again today. We sure hoped so.
So, with beers and cigars in hand, we were ready. Like yesterday, the 4 women emerged in bikinis, walked down the hill to the dock and took a cooling swim. Into our second beer, they trudged up the hill to their cabin. They once again emerged and followed a somewhat similar process with a small addition. One at a time, they emerged, took off their bikini tops, hung them on the railing, gave us a wave, off with the bottoms, hung them on the railing, then each spread out a towel on one of the chaise lounges and laid down to work on their allover tans.
"Damn, I can't see much from here but I know there are 4 naked women over there," lamented John.
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The next morning started much the same as each morning had, with one exception. Hanging from the railing of our cabin were 4 bikini tops. The bottoms were still hanging from the railing of the adjacent cabin.
"Now this could really get interesting," I said puffing on my morning cigar.
"Yea, we might have to skip fishing today," joked John who then admitted, "I slinked over after dark and policed up their tops and hung them here. It will be interesting how they choose to retrieve them."
Much to our surprise, when we returned from our day of fishing the 4 bikini tops were still hanging on our railing. They were our trophy pelts similar to what a hunter does after a particularly good hunt. We thought for sure they would have been retrieved while we were down on the dock.
So, with beers and cigars in hand, we waited. Shortly, one of the ladies came out onto the deck, retrieved the bikini bottoms, looked over the railing to see if their tops had blown off their railing, then looked up and noticed their tops hanging from our railing. With a big smile she gave us a thumbs up! Several minutes later she came walking over in her bikini bottoms and a loose fitting tank top.