Wandering Aimlessly

 

The Woods Is An Interesting Place

by Phil Burkhouse

 

The three grandsons spend most of their fishing time in the big water in quest of hatchery-reared lunkers.  Last year we only spent one day fishing for native brookies because, even though they are beautiful, they are small.  Last week, much to my surprise, Big Jake said, “Let’s take a day and go fishing for natives.”  Isaac added, “Yeah, count me in.”  I looked at Wes, and he grinned and said he was fishing the Portage.

Plans were made, set in concrete, and then Isaac broke his finger in the car door which required six stitches to close.  Isaac decided a seven mile hike with a bandaged and mangled ring finger might not be fun, so Jake and I headed out bright and early to one of our native streams.

 

 

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