To the Skipper, my Skipper. I'll always remember him in the boat, bouncing around on the gunnels and tauts! Catching squid and cod! I'll always remember him in the bush, struggling to get firewood with an old twelve ski-doo,a komatic and trying to teach me and Keith to be men. Because the Skipper was a man! No doubt about it! He gave me my work ethic. He called me, "h€ll bent"! Because I got the job done. I was 16 then. Thank you, Skipper, I love you. Bailey