Neither government shutdowns (couldn't buy a fishing license), nor cold water (41 degrees) nor lack of sleep (2.5 hours) will keep a fisherman from delivering a fly to the lake trout of Lake Superior.
With the sun just clearing the horizon the first Superior lake trout succumbed to the siren song of my striper stripped Deceiver. Shortly thereafter the second was on the rocks. By 2 pm, brine soaked they were in the weber over hot coals with hot alder and maple smoke wafting all around. By 6 pm they were devoured.
(Rest assured that a license will be acquired as soon as the state leaders realize that "Revenue" is a good thing for the state.)
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YEAH!
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