Once a year my grandfather Dave comes up from Florida for our annual fishing trip. After years of having to drive as many hours as you'd find fish, we discovered, last year, a fly-in operation just two hours from the city that drops you into no-road access lakes in Muskoka. Bass-a-plenty was the result and last night I drove back up to meet Dave, his wife Vivian and my folks who left early yesterday. One spinner, one tired wrist and ten pounds of fresh fish.
Posted by pike at August 7, 2001 06:04 PM