January 23 and 24, 2023. In the wee hours of a cool, dark Florida morning, Mark and I drove to the sleepy town of Fellsmere and onto a dirt road for several miles before reaching the boat ramp at Fellsmere Reservoir. The map of this massive, 10,000-acre lake is to the left. The boat launch […]
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January 21 and 22, 2023. As a life-long Michigan resident, every year at some point I get sick of the wintery mix of snow, hail, sleet, freezing rain, snow, and piles of blackish, melting snow, and try to head south to get warm, see sun for more than one day in a row, and fish.
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Friday, September 2, 2022. I awoke in need of aspirin to help me un-fist my right hand, the tendons for which had tightened like overly tight guitar strings. As I found humor in the difficulty of opening a bottle of aspirin when one’s hands are in pain, I noted that sunlight came into the room
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August 31, 2022. We awoke to another beautiful morning in Bolivia. The air was chilly again, but the shower warm. I had just sat down to breakfast when I saw this small brown creature walking across the grounds of the resort. I had never seen whatever it was, so vaulted out of my chair, and
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Saturday, August 27, 2022. I underestimated the power of a rooster–one not bound and gagged and prepped for a cockfight–because one of the lodge’s rooster called at 5 a.m in the morning…over and over again, waking us up an hour early. In fact, by the time our alarm went off at 6 a.m., I had
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Once upon a time, Mark decided to take his son, Arthur, his nephew, Terry, his good friend, Jack, and me, to Canada to go fishing. The location Mark chose was Kasba Lake in northern Canada. For months prior to our August 1 departure, new fishing lures arrived in the mail to my house about every third day.
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On day 8 I took the last of my aspirin with breakfast to try to reduce my puffy hands, elbows and feet. Mark was also out of aspirin. We weren’t concerned, though, because we’d be in Manaus in a few hours and could get some more. If only that had turned out to be true. We loaded our luggage into
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Day 8 started out sunny and clear, which made for a hot day on the river. I took covering up to a new level. After a good breakfast with two aspirin on the side for my puffy hands and feet, we went upstream and started fishing. Prato pointed to a tight spot between two logs and I
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Day 7 began with a brief, heavy rain which turned into light showers on and off during the day. Such is not generally good for fishing. But the fact was, Mark had the biggest fish so far and that bugged me. I went without socks today and used some of Curt’s duct tape on my feet to deal
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On Day 6 Bobby noticed I had blisters on my puffy left hand. Curt offered me some of his duct tape because Band-Aids were surely not going to stay on in the heat. I added duct tape to the list of things borrowed from the kindly Texans. As I left the dining cabin with the duct tape,
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