This was my last fishing trip with my mother. Mom lived to hunt and fish. My 4'10", red headed, beautiful, mother raised 8 kids. Tired of the societal roles imposed on her, Mom became an avid sportsperson. Way ahead of her time, she was not about to be excluded from the "good old boys" passion for the outdoors. Deer, elk, bear, and all manner of exotic animals fell to my mother's passion. My parents rolls reversed. Dad became the nurturer, and Mom became the provider. Our freezer was always full of fish, foul, meat and sausage. I have lovely memories of sitting all night on a pier, drinking coffee from a thermos and sharing cigarettes with her from this trip. It didn't matter if we caught fish or not. I miss her company everyday.