LEGACY OF A FATHER

Monday, January 13th 2019

The salmon nearly leaped onto their hooks. This was a far cry from the previous day when it seemed like the anglers could not catch a thing. Disappointed but not discouraged, they climbed aboard their small seaplane and skimmed past the Alaskan mountain to a pristine, secluded bay where the fish were sure to bite.

They parked their aircraft and waded upstream where the water teemed with ready-to-catch salmon. Later that afternoon when they returned to the camp, they were surprised to find the seaplane high and dry. The tides fluctuated between twenty-three feet on that particular bay, but the pontoons rested on a bed of gravel. Since they couldn’t fly out until morning, the anglers settled for the night, enjoyed some of their catch for dinner, and then slept in the plane.

In the morning, the seaplane was adrift, so they promptly cranked the engines and started to take off. It was too late that they discovered one of the pontoons had been punctured and had filled with water. The extra weight threw the plane into a circular pattern. Within moments of lift-off, the seaplane careened into the sea and capsized. Dr. Phil Litteford determined that everyone was alive, including his twenty-three-year-old son Mark and he suggested that everyone pray which the other two men endorsed quickly. No safety equipment could be found onboard – no life vests, no flares, nothing. The plane gurgled and submerged into the blackness of the icy morning sea. Fortunately, they all had waders which they inflated. The frigid Alaskan water chilled their breath.