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I was seated in a Small quiet café with a thick heavy woolen socks Scandinavian flavor. This is a very small town. It’s so close to the Canadian border they have an exchange rate for your coffee cup, and it’s a good one...

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Its underwater lunges, after no fish all day, is pure adrenaline to my body. In typical fashion I start to shake and vibrate. Dave just grabs the net. The drag is rip singing and I ask Dave if he wants the rod. He says “no way it’s your fish”. I'm mentally hoping this isn’t the last or only fish today...

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I have seen this antlered deer five times this fall. He’s got a blonde tall tined rack that nobody could forget. He’s not Boone and Crocket or a record head for anybody else. But in my book, he is spectacular. I caught him sleeping one day I was chasing woodcock in October and I have been buck struck, ever since. I watched him sleeping and actually saw him open his eyes...

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I'm under the bridge. Nobody gets to this terminal hole sooner then me on the days I fish it. It’s the only spot worth fishing. So to try and crowd the short downstream run or perch in the rock wall above I do not bother. When guys hook up on fish above me it gets dangerous. I love catching fish as much as the next guy but...

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Today and yesterday, just like most days I wake at 430 am. This morning I rise from my log bed and slide from underneath my down comforter. Yesterday, I rose from a cot and flipped my sleeping bag off me. I did not brush my teeth or brew a pot of coffee. I donned some bug proof clothes, a rain suit, and life jacket then slid into my fully loaded kayak...

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Friday night, the tents are all set up. We’ve moved civilization to the pucker brush. Lanterns hiss and the campfire smoke is drifting to whom ever it bothers the most. Campfires sense that...

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For me life is not a question. Life is an answer, and you just need to be opened minded with the questions that come your way...

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At 9:45 pm the timber wolves cut loose. We put some more wood on the fire and toasted our feet and the health of the timbies. They rose to full chorus as if trying to throw their lungs out of body. That howling was...

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People since time began have struggled with fishing. So I’m following in a long line of anglers and fisherman who get totally caught up in the fish that’s in fishing. I hope I never catch that fish, the one that answers it all. The one that leaves me completely satisfied. That’s a fish I don’t want...

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I can drive to the Superior National Forest from several different routes. My favorite is going past one massive piece of rock. It was formed by heat and pressure. The size is akin to your home for said rock. My eyes, even while driving, cannot resist to scan crevasses and small cedars clinging in a crag that cannot possibly hold soil but still supports a tree. So much for a dead lifeless rock...

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When I was attempting to graduate from high school I developed what a combat medic later in life described was an I problem. He said I had the worst case he’d ever seen. The first real bad flare up, I can recall, was on a trout stream in the spring of my sophomore year...

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The conversations I have at the deer shack have to my annual favorites. These pull up a chair chats are different than the stream side banter, for example...

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All this for a fish. Can you imagine all the stories that got told about one clod hopper fisherman who broke his finger when he fell trying to land a fish. Picture the words in the bubble floating like a cartoon...

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You ever have one of those wants. Mine was thirty seven years worth. I prevailed. I found the place. This lake is as much in me, as on the earth. I have thought about this lake for so long. I wanted a brook trout lake that...

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Roger had the gift of telling an oral story. Roger was soft spoken and no hand waver. Rogers stories were time consuming and nostalgic. With spoken word he filled my head with the funniest pictures or the warmest memories...

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