No fish up north

09.02.2003

Mom & Dad & I drove up to Pratt Lake to visit Grandma & Grandpa. It was rather impromptu — a nice, sunny day that might be good for fishing. And Grandma & Grandpa wanted to see me one last time at least before I left for Bolivia.

It was a nice drive, there and back again. We saw a herd of deer galloping through a freshly mowed hay field. We saw Mars shining in the deep purple night sky.

But we didn't catch any fish. Not a single one. We sat on the pontoon boat, rods in hand, watching the bobbers. No bites, no fish. Eventually, the sun set and we had to turn back to the old, familar, green cottage. Grandma made a fresh cup of coffee, and we ate meatloaf sandwiches.

Posted by Miguel at 11:36 PM

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That sounds a lot like how summers up north with my family were. But I haven't had a mealoaf sandwich in forever. Can't say I miss 'em.

Posted by: cat at September 3, 2003 10:26 AM

yeah, all the messing with the eco system the DNR did messed up the lake. bringing fish from other lakes, fish that were not ment for that lake, cutting all the weeds out for the people who water ski... now no fish.

Posted by: sam at September 3, 2003 11:41 AM