It was a cold crisp Thursday morning, and three of my buddies and I are about to go moose hunting. We are going down to my cabin in a place called Taylor's Bay, which is about a nine-mile ride from our town by boat. The only way to get to it is by boat, so the weather was good, there was no wind and that would make for a great trip on the water. The weather has to be real bad if I can't get back in my boat because it is a 26 foot fiberglass boat that is really seaworthy and it has a shelter up on the front and that will keep all our supplies dry.

We had planned to stay there from Thursday up until Tuesday, which was providing we didn't get our moose before that, in which case we would leave to come back the...