Grocery Shopping for a Fishing Trip With Father

By: Dave Broers © 2021
(Used with permission)

You've read about Dave and his family many times in LBLR Chronicles. Dave's Father, Wayne, made his first trip to Minnesota to fish in 1952; his last trip was in 2016. In many of those years he came here more than once and stayed for two weeks at a time. Beginning in the Spring of 2000, the family started using LBLR as their fishing camp. Dave's Mother made the trip (or trips) every year until her death in 2014. No fishermen were more avid than the Broers family. They were die-hards! They fished several hours a day, everyday, even in the cold and the wind and the rain, and sometimes with four people in a 14-foot boat with a 6 horse motor. Below is a description of the beginning of one of the later trips. Read and enjoy!     -- ed.

It was the fall of 2014. My father and I were on our first fishing trip to Northern Minnesota since my motherís passing. In recent times I've always stopped to purchase groceries for the week at Super One Foods on Pokegama Avenue, which is next to the Target store as you first come into Grand Rapids. When Iím on vacation I donít look at the price of things; if I want it or need it, I put it in the cart. I am not here to bargain shop. This particular time, among other things, I needed a pound and a half of ground chuck for hamburgers. Needless to say, Father was looking at the prices because that was his routine, as it is mine when I am at home. Father thought the price of the ground chuck was too high at Super One Foods, and thought that we should stop at Gordyís IGA, which was on the way to our cabin at Little Bass Lake Resort. (I know it wasn't Gordyís IGA anymore, but that was the name of it at one time, and that's still what we call it.) So we stopped at Gordy's and found out that the cost was higher there than it was at Super One Foods. Father then wanted to check the price at Walmart, at which point I insisted "we are NOT going to Walmart right now!Ē Walmart is south of Super One Foods in Grand Rapids, which was back in the direction we had just come from, and in the opposite direction of the cabin.

Since it gets dark so early in the fall, time is of the essence. Every minute we spend doing mundane chores (such as shopping) cuts into our precious fishing time. And besides that, we have fewer family members coming up to the cabin with us now, which means fewer people to help with those mundane chores. The responsibilities of cleaning the fish, washing the fish, packaging the fish, fixing the meals, cleaning up after the meals, getting the poles ready if need be, and doing whatever else needs to be done, all fall on me. It's not like the old days when my mother would fix the meals, my brother would clean up the boat and get ready for the next trip back out, and dad and I would clean the fish. What took a hour or less a few years ago, now takes me two or three hours. I told father we would go to Walmart the next day. It goes without saying that I was not very pleased with this. But we went to Walmart the next day and I did, in fact, save some money -- 70 cents. But that 70 cents cost us a hour of time, a 20 mile round trip, $1.50 in gas, and all the frustration that went with it. So I lost 80 cents, not counting depreciation on my vehicle and a hour of time that we could have been on the lake.

Needless to say that was the last time that happened. I told father that the next time we shop, Iím putting the groceries in the cart; you can either help pay or not, I donít care which, but Iím not running all over town bargain shopping. Weíre on vacation to go fishing, not to spend all of our time in town to potentially save a few pennies, or in this case lose money.

I start laughing every time I think of this story. It's a fun (and funny) memory.

Dave's Father on one of his last fishing trips.