“Load up and let’s go,” Henri yelled.
The boys surged drunkenly for the canoe, but their packing skills suffered from all of the drinking they’d been doing. Despite their enthusiasm, it took considerable time to sort out.
“Henri, it’s got to be two hundred and fifty miles,” Jean-Claude observed. “I miss our sweetheart’s sweet warm lips, too. We’re all crazy horny. But how are we going to get back to camp in time for work?”
“I believe I can help you boys out,” the Devil stepped out from behind a pine. “Five Enhanced Conjugal Visit contracts, sign in blood, please.”
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
And by the French-Canadian legend of La Chasse-galerie (the Flying Canoe). One translation here.
ParkInkSpot 
It has to be tempting to sign that contract.. (can I have the translation please).. but after all that applejack, maybe they should just bear it….
Men have sold their souls for treasures of lesser value.
Many men have the signed the contract it seems… Nicely crafted tale.
It gets lonely out in those lumbering camps 😛
I guess they’re just drunk enough and horny enough to take him up on that “wonderful” offer…
Probably. The devil uses the right bait, usually.
Oh this is wonderful, and the original tale, too. I had almost forgotten about the Voyageurs…
Already did wendigos… Canadian month, I guess?
Ah … boys will be boys I guess. Clever story.
Too bad. Boys are kinda stinky.
Boys are stinky or skanky? LOL! Great story!
LOL. The devils got them methinks.
Another lesson learned.
Good story, Dave. Thanks for the link. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne