Those trips when I was a kid...
Tell the train where to stop (a little cleared spot with a little extra gravel). A short hike, get in a boat and cross Oba Lake to our cabin. Refrigeration was ice, lots of it, the owners had buried the previous winter. Hey, isn’t somebody supposed to teach me how to swim B4 pushing me off the dock? (Our pool at home wasn’t even 4 ft. deep!
Or our last fishing trip, fly into Granite Hill Lake in a seaplane. Great stuff when you are only 12 y/o!
And dang, those walleyes tasted great!
Ah yes, life’s finest moments...jigging with leeches for walleyes on a northwoods lake while enjoying a fine cigar! Almost too much joy for a body to bear! We are forever “little boys” in our core. Tight lines mate!