Kent Walter of Kaukauna, Wisconsin, his dad Joel, and his uncle Denny wait for five companions in the parking lot of the IGA in Dryden, Ontario, as they complete the last of the food shopping for a week long fishing trip to Cobblestone Lodge.
The lodge is half an hour away.
"I told them milk, bread, butter, eggs, potatoes. And bananas," Kent says.
As for protein, "well, I'm hoping to eat fish."
He laughs. So do the other guys. "No, I brought some brats and some hamburgers"--five pounds of the former, and 10 individual patties. "Well, there's two ladies, we're hoping they don't eat as much."
The lodge has beds and boats but no edible provisions.
This is Kent's first time back in Dryden in 35 years.
At last the others emerge with a cart of groceries and an armful of bananas.
It all gets crammed into the back off an orange SUV while people cram in the front.
Kent looks at the load.
"Only four cases of beer," he observes. It's a joke, of course. A fishing joke.
"You ought to get more beer," some says. This too is a fishing joke.
"By Tuesday," Joel says.
And then they're gone, fishing.