He came back two minutes later with a mailbox under his arm and said, "Your hand-carved fish decoys made me think of this."
I laughed out loud. I'd never seen anything quite like his mailbox-shaped trout, or a trout-shaped mailbox.
Friend Derrick had lost someone close to him a week earlier, and while wandering the bush outside Sudbury - looking for wildflowers and pussy-willow branches - something caught his eye. A bit of yellow was visible from under a haphazard pile of brush. Under the pile he found the mailbox. And inside it were found all the wooden parts for a fish, ready to assemble, so to speak.
"You found it where?" I asked.
"Like I said, in the middle of nowhere."
The assorted pieces were passed from hand to hand and became fuel for thought. How did they get into the middle of nowhere?
Our best guess: After a wife's birthday party and after hubby - an avid fisherman - had gone to bed still muttering that "oh yeah, it will look great out at the end of our driveway", the wife went for a long walk, mailbox under her arm, and ended up 'in the middle of nowhere'. She spotted a pile of brush.
What do you think?
Photos by GH
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