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To get to what I thought was the fort, we would make a right and go single file along a path, that followed along this channel. But just as we arrived at this turning point, two row boats appeared out of an offshoot channel from the west further north and started coming our way. It was the Pat and Roger Gang. We hid until it was too late for them. So we had them - sitting ducks - in their boats and opened fire with rocks. They landed on the north east side of the waterway and returned fire. Smitty was yelling insults the whole time and the battle lasted about thirty minutes, a rock blizzard to and fro across the channel. The only injury was JimG, who caught a rock just above his left eyebrow, and the nurses patched him up with a bandage, swathed around his head like a turban. It turned out that this was their famous secret fort - right where they had landed.

We moved from the trailer which was such a short stay, a day and night, a week I cannot remember it at all, into my father's house which was across the channel from my grandfathers house on Fox Island, although there were no fox around anymore and I have seen only one in my entire life. The time was the late forties and people could remember when there was actual wildlife around like possum. My grandfather had had a terrier that was famous for coming home all bloody, from battling and killing muskrats. Of this - these people were ever so proud.

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