Robert Loewendick

It was supposed to be our typical Saturday morning fishing on Salt Fork Lake in Ohio.
The sun was burning off the early mist, and the water lay flat until our pontoon tubes broke the calm. But after only a few casts, an overwhelming, deep-to-the-core exhaustion hit me. I felt spurts of strange fatigue during the half-hour ride to the lake, but tried to chase them away with coffee. Once on the boat, the physical drain was increasingly overpowering.