Hemingway wasn't the only one taken with fish. Perhaps next year I will get to the Two Hearted and the Fox in the Michigan UP to fish the backwoods. Papa did and I should too.
For now, it is enough to go north to where the steelhead run in from Lake Michigan. They are a wonderful fish. I go to catch a few.
The effort involves standing up to my chest in cold water, flailing fly line at the water and occasionally catching a fish. I like brook trout but Steelhead are exciting.
I'll be away on adventure. I'll be thinking while I am standing in the water. I'll be thinking of stories where people die of cold.
I'll also be thinking of hot coffee and Bushmills.
Yes, I wear a flotation vest in cold water. I fish alone and there is no sense drowning now. The best parts are yet to come.
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