Lake Moments

Not sure what it is about this land that grabs you but I was grabbed long ago. Trip ends today, last night I stayed up late, sipping remaining whisky as the red sun set neath hill's dark shoulders. Crisp morning up before six lake like glass rustle up the fire and make coffee. Rest of camp sound asleep so I solo cast the back bay release a hammer handle then troll the north shore into a freshening wind nothing. Move out to deeper water perhaps a morning walleye but the wind’s up, and the sparkling sun puts fish down still nothing. End of lake head back cast the shoreline snag a bush retrieve the lure test line – it snaps. Retie, change lures, Tom got a good fish in these narrows but today nothing. Ignore my watch, change to a deeper lure last point, a satisfying tug good pike – strong fish open water, use net she’s mine. Paddle back to camp with fresh fillets for home and memories of when the lake and I were one.