Since my head last occupied this box, I’ve been to Ontario and back, to fish the hallowed waters of Lake of the Woods and to share in adventure with 11 other fine folks – most of whom I’ve known since kidhood.
Our fishing party’s size and composition have ebbed and flowed and changed and changed again during the past three decades, but the core remains, albeit with less hair and more aches and pains. In the interest of those who might soon similarly sojourn to a place of solitude and fishyness, I offer lessons I learned, and other reminders that were served earlier this June.
