it was for my Dad and I. Many times we would come across the lake in pitch darkness, with but a flashlight to guide us. That one more cast, turned into 30 minutes.
I can remember being out on Lake Michigan with my dad in a smaller boat. The fog rolled in outta nowhere! Dad was calm as could be. How he navigated back to Burns Ditch I have no idea. He later told me he was scared as hell, but decided to navigate by "gut". There's that intuition at work.it was for my Dad and I. Many times we would come across the lake in pitch darkness, with but a flashlight to guide us. That one more cast, turned into 30 minutes.
Skinny mermaid meat. Can't tell if that's my fisherman name or stripper name