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!
Haha - Our last trip was “just” a motor tour around Lake Superior. Grandpa wasn’t getting around (walking) so well, by then, so spots we walked very far to, Gramps stayed in the car. Still, it was pretty cool & lots of memories! I don’t recall the name of the lake we camped at one night: It was really chilly - maybe my brain froze! But my brother and I went wading anyway, and it only took a minute for a leach to glom onto my foot. He caught a couple more B4 they could attach to him. I was thinking, “Dad, why didn’t we bring our fishing gear?”!