To All My Readers: When I returned from THE CANOE TRIP in June of 1967. Ted and I continued to keep in touch with letters and an occasional phone call. I kept track of our correspondence with my journals over the years. I can not say enough for keeping track of your life experiences in journaling. You will be glad you did when you get old...and your stories will add dimension to the lives of your descendants. Hope you all enjoy REMEMBRANCES OF FISH TRAP LAKE.
Warmest & Best Regards:
Ben Ezra Jacobson
REMEMBRANCES OF FISH TRAP LAKE
By Dr. Ben Ezra Jacobson
June 15, 1967
Dear Ben,
It was so difficult to say good bye to you this morning. I hope you have a safe trip home and that you all will be glad to be reunited with your respective families. Bill ( my boss, Mr. Parker..the ranger) said that he did not know when he had met such a group of well behaved young men. He also said all the hosts said the same thing...and that it was really nice to have your friends in their homes. Bill does not dish out compliments very readily...so I know he meant what he said.
The rest of the day at work, I found it hard to focus on my tasks. I went back this afternoon to the Canoe Base to make a statement to their insurance representative about the lightning strike. I remembered the special favor you extended to me while I was driving. I have not had many blow jobs while driving...and it is hard to concentrate on staying on the road when you are having an orgasm that goes not only through the top of your dick...but all over your body.
Remember the red shop rag...? I let it dry out naturally and then folded it when it was dry...so that I could smell your essence in it. Right now, it is tucked under my pillow at the cabin. Yeah...I know that is silly...but it keeps a bit of you near me.
Last night in your tent...was so special. It was nice to be so close to you and at several times to be "one flesh" with you. Feeling you penetrate me and go deep into my canal set every nerve on fire...and then when we turned to the other side and I was able to slip my dick into you and feel it go deep inside...it was Utopia. By the way...I think I left my tube of lube in the bottom of your sleeping bag. You might want to shake it out before any member of your family finds it. :-)
You remember when you were going down on me and I told you to use your teeth...because I wanted to feel the pressure on my cock. Well I found this afternoon when I returned and grabbed a shower...that I had a bit of a bruise on it. I am wearing it proudly as a badge to the great feelings that I have developed for you. I know this probably sounds corny...but I also know that you are a sensitive and caring person...and may not find it silly at all. Standing in the shower with the water cascading over me...I closed my eyes and pretended that you were standing behind me. The warm water made me think of the body heat that I felt when you had your arms wrapped around me. I miss you buddy. I hope you are home safely. I am mailing this today in hopes that you will have it by the first of next week. Know that I think of you all the time. Your buddy... Ted
Monday, June 23rd, 1967
Dear Ted,
I can not begin to tell you how much I enjoyed getting your letter and what an uproar it created at home. My mom and dad wanted to know who you were and how we became acquainted. I told them that you were one of the deputy rangers who rescued us from Fish Trap island as the storm blew in. They thought the actions of the Lake shore rangers patrol was outstanding. Mom said she was going to make cookies and ship you a big box full of them. She really does make great cookies...but you do not have to eat the ones with coconut in them if you do not want to...they are usually dry.
It has been hard to not think about you and the kindness of all your lake shore families in taking care of us. I sent the movie film off to be developed this morning. Sure hope all the scenes turned out good. Almost makes one wish that we had someone else shoot some of our sack time adventures...but that would have been too dangerous and very hard to explain if the wrong hands got a hold of it...ha-ha. I also sent off the Kodak still photos. There is one of you that I hope turns out so that I can have an 8 x 10 blown up and frame it...for the side of my bed.
You actually saved the red shop rag? There was as much of your semen in it as mine...how do you intend to tell the difference...they all smell and taste alike to me...unless the other person has been smoking or eating garlic...ha. Anyway...it is a fun thought and I appreciate your regard.
The last night in my tent with the two of us in the same sleeping bag was erotic. My sleeping bag is going to have to be washed...because there was too many ejaculations in it...to go unnoticed and there is lube all over it.
I found the tube of lube when I was unpacking. I have it hidden away so that I can open it and smell the contents...much as you are doing with the red shop rag.
Were you embarrassed when the guys caught us together the morning that we left? At first I was, and they did tease me about you a little on the drive home...but deep inside, I think they all wished it had been them who had stayed at your cabin during the storm. They were all impressed with the size of your hardware. I have to admit...that it was just about the best I have ever encountered. No, really...I am not jiving you. You were terrific every time. There isn't anything about you that I do not like...well perhaps the distance between us. It would have been great to have returned to Boulder Junction later in the summer...but my parents had plans for the family and it did not include another trip for me to the north woods.
I would like to find a way for you to come down here sometime...like maybe at Thanksgiving. The age difference between us might set the folks off. It certainly doesn't hinder my feelings for you at all...but they might wonder about the attraction our friendship has developed. It is not such a big deal for them...ten years age difference...but they might not see the same scenario with us. Anyway, I am thinking about you...a lot...and as soon as the photographs are developed...I will send you duplicates.
Tell Mitch and Sandy thanks for their hospitality to us and to Mr. and Mrs. Parker for caring for the guys. We will always remember our time with all of you.
Love you buddy.
Ben Ezra
July 4th, 1967 Upper Fish Trap Lake, Boulder Junction, Wisconsin
Dear Ben,
Sorry to take so long to respond to your last letter. The tourist season here is in full swing...and we are all on duty this evening because of fire works danger of fire and boaters who may have partied too hearty. About an hour ago, we took some teenage kids off a boat. They had been water skiing and moving erratically around the lake. When we stopped them...they were all naked and extremely drunk. We towed the boat to the Ranger Station and summoned their parents. We sort of expect things like that out of the boys...but there were a couple of girls on board...and one looked like she had had sexual encounters with several of the boys. Go figure. When the girls parents came for her...they were talking about a law suit. It was a good lesson...about keeping one's dick in one's pants.
The boys were pretty nice looking...but none of them were as good a looking as you. I am going to have duty all night...so tomorrow, perhaps I can get something special to eat in lieu of not being able to do so today.
Do you have any plans for today. Have you had the canoe out for any trips since your return home..? We see a lot of people canoeing up here this time of year. I thought I saw you one day...but when the guy turned around...he was nothing like you. I was restless the rest of that day.
If I sent you the money for train or plane fare...would you be able to get away for a few days or a week or so? It would sure be good to hold you in my arms again. I have been taking matters into my own hands since you left..but it has not been as pleasurable as you doing it for me :-).
Just got a call to check out a camp ground fire. Got to go buddy. Love you.
Ted