Been awhile. Since the last entry I've organized and published two books. The second, Tales from Deadman Lake, covers the days from building the cabin through fishing trips in the area. She's not art but has a few good moments and a laugh or two.
More than that side trip, I've been depressed by Allan and my last trip. We tried something new and it didn't pan out. The fishing was okay but not what I was hoping for. We caught our share of walleyes but most came from trolling with jigs and twister tails. Not my cup of tea. 'Course I don't drink tea so maybe that was the problem?
We did do several double-portage trips to a remote lake—that's funny; remote; hell we were on a fly-in lake, how much more remote do you need to get—and found better fishing. But like every lake on the planet, they weren't everywhere. And when were found them they didn't seem to like it any way besides a trolled jig and twister tail. So call it, we came, we fished, did okay and flew out.
Anyhow, I'm putting the finishing touches on a book covering Allan and my canoe days in the Boundary Waters and Manitoba to include hand-drawn maps and photos. Could be a sign of old age that I'm deeper into remembering, way deeper, than doing.
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