My Name is Robert Butt and I was born in 1949 in Blanc Sablon. I then moved to English Point at the age of seven. I grew up fast and went fishing with Stanley Trimm at age 16. In the month of June he called me to go fishing with him, casting for caplin, fixing up our wharf, we had to put new planks on it each year and get trawls ready to fish. This day we went out fishing. It was blowing a nice breeze of wind and it was cold. We hauled our trawl and was getting fish. Stan's hands got cold, he had arthritis. He asked me if I could haul and bait the trawl by myself because he was going to light a fire in the galvanized washing tub he has with firewood in it. After the fire was going he said, "I have a mind to stew a fish." I said, "It's up to yourself sir but it's awful cold." "Well," he said, "I'm warm now." He started to cough and leaned over the boat and his teeth came out in the water. They were going down, twirling down around right to the bottom. He swore a few times. I was hauling along on the trawl and I had a big fish on, I put my knee on the cuddy to get a better balance when I heard something scrunching. I looked down and there was Stan's glasses. I couldn’t tell him about the big fish I was about to haul up because I just broke his glasses. I was still hauling up the fish when he asked for his glasses and I had the cold shivers come over me, I had to say I just knelt on your glasses. Oh what a roar came out of him. "Throw it all over board now!" he said, still mad about his glasses and teeth. His oaths were fighting. Well he went back to the motor, an old 33. She had a hatch on her. He pulled the hatch open and tried to start the motor. He cursed then he said to me, "Do you think you can get this thing going?" I said, "I’ll try." I hauled the cord out about six inches and wrapped it around my hand. I had my foot on the counter and pulled and she caught. Stan was starting to walk up to the head of the boat when the motor caught full speed ahead. He had her in gear so she gave a big shot ahead and hear comes Stan back towards me over one tot and hit the second one and skinned out his head, smashing his pipe at the same time. He got up and he swore and swore and swore. I thought the devil would take the two of us. He sat down and I drove the boat in, he didn’t say a word. When we got to wharf he didn’t even tie the boat on. He just got up on the wharf and walked on home still cursing. I tied on the boat and went home. I was telling Dad what had happened. I said, "I’ll never get back fishing again with him." By and by I saw him out by his house. When he saw me he sang out to me to come over. I said to Dad, "I’m finished for sure he won't want me anymore." I went over and he said, "Do you think you can haul that trawl by yourself?" "I think so," I said, "if the tide is right." Stan said, "Get your gas out of the store." When I was on my way down to the wharf with the tank in my hand he sang out to me again, "Bobby" with a couple of laughs, "when you goes out, if you pulls up a fish with a pair of glasses, set of teeth and a pipe in his mouth you tell him Stanley Trim is looking for him."   Submitted By: NULL