Blodgett Canyon
By Debra A. Lauer and O. Gary Lauer
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While ice fishing one morning at Montanas Canyon Ferry Lake, Leon Banes vanishes into the lakes frigid waters, leaving behind his beloved border collie, Patches. The dog is injured, but alive. When Leons fiance, Becky Wilkes, comes upon the scene, Patches is still clinging to life, but Becky realizes the awful truth: Leon is gone.
Patches recovers, but Becky is another matter, especially when she discovers that Leon was not who she thought he was. His electronic files offer no clues about his past or his present, and a picture of him in his high school yearbook is labeled with a name other than Leon. Though Becky never wanted to pry into Leons personal life, she didnt imagine him deceiving her as to his true identity.
Feeling betrayed and confused, Becky decides to launch her own investigation into Leons past. She finds an unconventional assistant in famed Montana artist Jesse Warren, who comes to her aid as she relentlessly searches for the truth. As the facts unfold, Becky realizes she has placed herself and others in grave danger, but she cant stop now. Will Becky and Jesse learn the disturbing truth about Leon Banes, or will his secrets destroy them?
Debra A. Lauer
For fifteen years, O. Gary and Debra A. Lauer raised a border collie mix they found as a puppy and named Patches. This novel is a tribute to the cherished memory of their special companion and their loving relationship. They currently live in Idaho.
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Blodgett Canyon - Debra A. Lauer
Blodgett
Canyon
O. GARY LAUER
AND
DEBRA A. LAUER
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Blodgett Canyon
Copyright © 2013 by O. Gary Lauer and Debra A. Lauer.
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S he couldn’t contain herself. Every time Leon caught a fish, Patches went bonkers. The three-pound kokanee salmon Leon was reeling up through the hole in the ice was no exception.
Hang on, girl. Take it easy,
he told the wriggling ball of fur. Leon Banes was having the time of his life with Patches, his one-year-old border collie.
The ice at the Silos on Canyon Ferry Lake measured nine inches thick, and the temperature outside Leon’s ice-fishing hut was ten below zero. Inside, a toasty seventy degrees prevailed, thanks to a small wood-burning stove venting the smoke up a galvanized pipe and out through the top.
At forty-nine, Leon was finally living his dream. After landing the salmon and tossing it into the bucket, he gulped down his second beer, turned to Patches, and said, I gotta pee, girl. How about you?
Patches pulled her head from the bucket where she was keeping a close eye on the flopping salmon. Leon unzipped the canvas door of the hut, and Patches bolted out onto the frozen, snow-covered lake. Wait a minute, girl. Forgot the camera. Gotta take pictures of you on your first ice-fishing trip.
With camera in hand, Leon thought of the magazine article he wrote that would be published in next month’s Montana Monthly magazine. Race to the Sky Fever
would be a tribute to the annual sled dog race that begins and ends outside of Helena each February.
Leon had set his hut on the lake about three hundred yards from the shoreline. The weekend crowd had gone. He valued privacy and wanted to be alone on the ice throughout the week. As he headed toward the shoreline to the outhouse with Patches, he saw a fishing hut setting up two hundred yards away. They got the whole damn lake and look where they park—right next to me.
A big man with a red beard was smoking a cigar outside the hut while another person remained inside with their back to the door.
Catch anything?
said the man.
Patches ran over and greeted him like a long-lost friend.
Just a couple of kokanee and a few perch. You?
We’re working on it. We’ll catch a big one soon.
The man reached down and scratched Patches behind the ears.
Well, good luck.
You too,
said the man.
Come. Let’s go, girl.
Leon didn’t want to intrude and had to call Patches several times before she left the man.
On a breathtaking January day, Canyon Ferry Lake was frozen from one end to the other. Lake ice faded into snow-covered mountains that merged into cloudy winter skies, a splendid panorama to explore and photograph. Leon spent the better part of the afternoon capturing one majestic snapshot after another with his digital thirty-five millimeter telephoto zoom lens camera. He knew Becky, his fiancée, would love this.
While Leon was absorbed in taking pictures, time flew by. He and Patches had wandered over a mile from the hut. His fingers were starting to cramp through his gloves, and Patches stopped more now, alternating her paws above the ice, a sure sign her pads were burning. The sun was setting, the temperature was dropping, and storm clouds were looming on the western horizon. This meant snow. They were hungry and cold. He wanted to call Becky but remembered how he had left his cell phone back at the hut.
Heading back across the ice, Leon carried Patches. Holding her tight in his arms with his head buried in her thick, jet-black fur, he shielded his face from the piercing wind. Her coat smelled sweet and musky, and he breathed it in as he talked to her along the way. Am I gonna have to buy you some boots? I thought you were tough, like a sled dog.
Her ears perked up and down, and she wagged her tail and leaned her head against his in response to his voice.
No,
he teased, you’re just an old, wimpy sheepdog.
The wind picked up, and he whispered in her left ear, I’m so glad you’re with me now.
When they reached the hut, Patches curled up on his sleeping bag while Leon turned on the lantern and started a fire in the stove. He found his cell phone and was about ready to dial Becky when it rang and startled him. Instead of him calling her, she was calling him.
How’s it going? I tried calling but no answer.
I forgot to take the damn thing with me. Sorry. We just got back. I got some awesome pictures.
How’s Patches?
She’s having a ball.
You’re not spoiling her now are you?
They laughed because they both knew the truth. He was spoiling her rotten and enjoying every minute.
How are you holding up, honey?
He knew she had been working overtime.
Spent all day in a meeting with the governor and the Japanese trade delegation. Mitchell is leaving for Thailand tomorrow, so we had to finish everything up today. You guys staying warm?
The stove is perfect.
A front’s moving through; the temperature’s going to drop. That means snow. Could get wild out there tonight, so be careful. Call me if you need me. I love you guys.
After they hung up, Leon wished Becky was with him. He remembered one of their first camping adventures together. They had hiked seven miles up Blodgett Canyon to High Lake, a beautiful place in the Bitterroots, where he had shown her a dazzling display of stars. He so loved sharing life with this gorgeous, self-assured brunette.
That evening out on the lake with Patches, Leon heated up a can of beef stew and fed Patches her favorite meal, a can of liver dog food. She wolfed it down, and he ended up sharing some of his stew with her. Afterward, he turned on the fish finder, loaded up his hooks with maggots, and cracked open a beer. Fishing had resumed for the night.
The wind picking up outside and the sleet pelting the hut pulled his eyes from the fish finder. Glancing back, a large object was registering. He watched the blip on the screen for a few more minutes until it moved off. Either that was the biggest fish in the lake—or my fish finder is on the fritz.
While adjusting the electronic device, the tip of his fishing pole bent forward in a steady, slow manner, a sure sign he had hooked something. Just before the pole slipped through the hole in the ice, he grabbed it. This sudden movement alerted Patches to take her usual stance next to the hole. The fun had begun again.
Damn. What the hell did I snag? This is no ordinary fish, Patch.
Leon struggled for more than ten minutes, reeling it to the surface while Patches remained vigilant. When he yanked it through the hole, he was surprised to see a gigantic brown trout flopping on the small floor of the hut. As he tried to unhook it, Patches growled, whined, and snapped her jaws at the huge fish. Every time it moved, she tried to stop it with her paws.
What’s wrong, girl? Never seen a fish this big before, eh? Let’s see how much it weighs.
He grabbed the scale from his tackle box, hooked it up to the big brown’s lower jaw, and hoisted the fish into the air with his right arm. It measured off the scale. It’s a new Canyon Ferry Lake record.
Patches barked.
After he put his prized catch outside to freeze, Leon called it a day. He crawled into his warm sleeping bag, reached over, and turned off the lantern. Patches curled up next to him. In the midst of a winter storm, they nodded off to sleep listening to the wood crackling and hissing in the stove. A perfect day had ended.
At seven forty-five the next morning, Patches woke him up. He unzipped the door, and she ran out into the faint light of dawn. After stoking the fire, he stepped outside, zipped up his parka, and checked the outside temperature from a small thermometer attached to the hut. It was twenty-five below, and a brisk wind made it feel even colder.
Patches came alive in the half foot of new snow blanketing the lake. Joy filled Leon’s heart as he watched her play. She stuck her nose in it, sniffed it, scooped it, and ate it. When the ice creaked and cracked below, she jumped high into the air and pounced on it, like a fox or coyote might do hearing a rodent scurry about under a snow bank.
Scanning the frozen landscape, Leon felt exhilarated by the dawn of a new day and the promise it held for experiencing life to the fullest. He noticed the other hut was gone. Man, I must’ve passed out last night. I didn’t even hear those guys take off. Alone on the lake again, just how he preferred it, he started walking toward the outhouse.
Leon heard several loud cracks, and the ice ripped open all around him. He saw the hut slide into the water as he plunged ten feet under the bitter cold water. His eyes burned as he strained to see an opening. He surfaced, gasping for air, and looked around for Patches. She was trying to get a foothold on the jagged pieces of ice. Leon became entangled in the sunken fishing hut, fighting his way to her. A vicious cramp stabbed through his right leg and down into his foot, causing his toes to curl. He wanted to reach down to pull them straight to make the pain go away, but every time he kicked, the pain increased.
Hang on, girl. I’m coming.
He couldn’t imagine losing her. Icy water weighed down his clothing and boots. His skin burned as the cold air froze his wet, bearded face. He clawed his way toward Patches. When he reached her, he heaved her up onto solid ice where she collapsed. Blood flowed from a gash in her side. He tried lifting himself up to help her, but his weight kept crumbling the edge away. The more he tried, the more the edge crumbled, and the more exhausted he became. Desperate, he shouted for help but knew he was alone. Leon Banes tried one last time to save himself but knew hypothermia had sealed his fate. With his last ounce of energy, he reached up and touched her nose. She didn’t respond. I love you, girl. He looked up into the dawn. Thank God Becky isn’t here. I hope she forgives me. He passed out and vanished below the ice.
2
A bitter cold and cloudy morning greeted Becky Wilkes while she sipped hot coffee at the kitchen table. Helena had received four inches of new snow from the previous night’s storm. She was taking the morning off from work to surprise Leon by joining in on the fun. She knew he’d be excited when she presented him with a thermos of strong, hot black coffee and his favorite meal, her delicious homemade Butte pasty, a pie-dough-wrapped blend of meat, onions, and potatoes. She couldn’t wait to warm it on his stove and see the delight in his eyes as he smelled the robust fragrance.
SKU-000619611_TEXT.pdfHighway 12 to the Silos at Canyon Ferry Lake was slippery in spots. Becky was glad Leon had convinced her to buy a new four-wheel-drive SUV. Studded tires were reassuring too. The drive took more than an hour. Along the way, she phoned Leon twice to see how he and Patches had coped with the storm. What good is having a cell phone if you don’t take it with you?
At the Silos, she turned left onto a snow-packed dirt road. On the weekend, local ice anglers from Townsend, Helena, and Three Forks flocked here to ice fish. Today was a weekday, and the place was deserted. Driving parallel to the shoreline, she found Leon’s truck and parked next to it. She scanned the surface of the frozen lake. Blowing and drifting snow and heavy overcast skies made for poor visibility.
She retrieved binoculars from her glove compartment, searched