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But anyway when my dad [Gudbrandur Helgason] was young, he was the oldest of three brothers, then they had four younger sisters after that, but the boys were all two years apart, so they were fairly close together. I think dad had some friends out one weekend I don't know whether they were [age]11, 12, he was 12,13 in that area, and of course they used to haul the sheep out to the island on - we had a big flat boat , about, I don't know, probably 18 feet by 5 or 6 feet wide even, and they would haul the sheep out to the island in this boat. So the boys, he had some friends out, and his brothers, and they decided they should go out and do some boating for a while and they were half a mile from the lake and they tried to lift this darn boat that it was way to heavy for these young guys so they got a saw and cut it in half, and they took each half out there. but then it wouldn't float. It kind of ruined their weekend, because they were going to go sailing on this boat, go boating around. It was fun boating out there, the shallow lake, I mean I did it lots when I was a kid too, you'd go out there, get the little rowboat, go out to the island, from one island to the other. We sunk it once right in the middle, between two islands and we thought oh-oh, this is not the good idea, we each all had the shotguns, of course, we were hunting geese, so as the boat started to go down, we got worried and we were paddling as fast as we could and I mean once it gets half full you can't get it to move anywhere. Finally it started to sink pretty quick and we though we can't get these guns wet so stood up with a gun over our head and sort of jumped in and expected to go down, hoping we could keep the gun -well it came up to here [indicates chest level] so there we are, walking and towing this boat out to the shore.

Helgason, Helgi