A brief encounter

I’m in the middle of a stolen moment and fishing on the side of the road as I slowly make my way back home. I’ve been staring at this run for years, but have never fished in. But today I have the time.  A pickup comes down the road, hauling a classic old truck. I’m […]

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The tagalong 

For the most part, Supper Lake was off-limits to guests. It used to be the main lake for the lodge where my parents worked. But, as happens, it was fished a little too hard over the years, and, at the owner’s insistence, the lake was closed to all guests.  We could fish it because my […]

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The swamp

There’s a spot not far from home that I fish every so often. It’s not a great spot, per se, but it still calls my name a few times a season.  For starters, it’s a beaver pond – that mythical body of water we’ve all heard about. They are, according to reports, always worth investigating. […]

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