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Been working and fishing in this camp for a few years on a very part-time basis, however this has become my all time favorite place for trout fishing. Up here time has no meaning, time is determined by the sun, by the loons, by nature and finally by yourself. Days melt together, nights are the darkness lightened only by the stars one may see in heavens so weird and mysterious that it has become my evening gift from God. We live a simple life here, a woodsman's life ,simple but sometimes a bit hard due to nature's whims, emergency jury rigs and as they used to say in Vermont, "Make do or do without". One of our breakfast staples up here, especially when we are away from the main camp and have to cook for ourselves is a thing called "fish guts 'n eggs". Well, it will get you through the morning anyway, however I will not go into detail at this time. suffice it to say that it was created by some French-Canadians who were logging in Michigan. many years ago.
See this tackle box? Well, I have one but when I go fishing the only thing I carry is an old eyeglass case, the ones that would snap shut. a few trolls, a couple of hooks , a swivel or two and that is it.A couple of flies on my coat pocket flap and two rods. When portaging you want to travel very light.
See this creel? In this goes
sandwiches, worms, beer, a rag and theoretically as the sandwiches and beer are
eliminated, the trout replace them......but like I said ....theoretically..
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