The last time I organized a fishing trip for more than two people was 1995 and it was a sure fire fiasco. Pretty much everything about it stunk. The frozen Boundary Waters sent us elsewhere to find bad fishing and we spent as much time killing time as being skunked. There'll be five of us this year, four adults and a fourteen year old, and I'm deep into delegating food planning. I'll handle two main meals and the others will provide the rest. We'll each eat what we consider normal for breakfast since normal gets the bowels moving and at seventy-three, moving bowels are an asset.
As for fishing gear I've come up with a sure-fire plan—tell Cabelas I want three each of everything. Anyhow, that's what it feels like. Back in the canoe days weight was a big deal. This time, if we can fit it in two SUVs, it can come.
More later....
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