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Trevor Gauthier


There was over fifty kids in just four families in our street. There was fifteen kids in our family; across the road, seventeen; the next-door neighbour had nine; and there was another family up the street with eleven. There was a lot of lonely nights I guess.

Growing up in a large family was quite an experience. I remember sleeping five to a bed; a double bed with three at one end, two at the other. And a set of bunk beds with seven boys in one room. There was never a dull moment. None of us ever got in trouble with the law, we were raised, I’d say, top notch. I think there was only six months that there was fifteen kids home. After the youngest one was born, the oldest one moved out. After that, we were never ever all together until my father passed away.

Mealtime was a free for all, if you didn’t get your food first time around, you didn’t get anything. There was some pretty big meals cooked; potatoes and fish, that’s what we were brought up on. My father was a fisherman, and they traded fish for potatoes with the local farmers.

Every chance I got, I was out fishing with my father, from the time I was four years old. I loved the outdoors, and the water. He died in 1989, and left my mother the gear. My brother Pat and I fished the gear for my mother fer a coupla years, and she wanted out. I said to Pat, “You’re older than me so if you want to buy it…” It’s easier if one person has control of the show, especially in a family. So I fish with him, and this is our twenty-fifth year fishing together. We always got along, Pat and I.

Pat is one of the kindest fellas in the harbour; he’d give you the shirt off his back. We’re all the same, there’s not a mean bone in any of us. He watches my back, I watch his, mind you we don’t usually get into trouble, so there’s not much watching backs.

There’ve been a few scary days, dirty days out there. Once there was a two or three day sea storm on, and we went out when the wind had died. There wasn’t a breath of wind, but there was a heavy roll coming in. Mountains coming at you, but it wasn’t rough. We had gear in shallow water and had to move it out. Anyway we looked and there’s a great big mountain coming at us, had to be twenty-five feet high. We didn’t get the boat swung around fast enough, the wave hit and spun us right around. Water come right aboard. Scared the crap out of us. We wheeled it around, got outta there and come home. That was enough fer that day. That was the only time I been that scared out fishing.

I love fishing. I’ll do it til I die.

Trevor Gauthier

Prince Edward Island, 2010

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