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| The lake is errily calm on this lovely morning. Anticipation is in the air. Anticipation of what kind of fishing day will we have? |
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| Tommy has his reel set up for a left hander to use. |
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| I never asked the kids what they wanted to do. We were going to vacation in Michigan and everyone had to go out in the boat. When they grew up they could decide what they wanted to do. Notice Grandpa Floore's Indian blanket and the seat cushion. Those were our only creature comforts to speak of. Tom still takes the blanket with us. |
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| We started catching better fish using live bait and Lindy Rigs. |
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| The cabins always looked good we returned home across Thousand Island Lake. Because we always stayed in the the last cabin, it felt like home. |
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| Denver Yackel, proprietor, fix it man, store clerk, and leech trapper. |
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| The fish cleaning shed. The pay phone was outside, a haven for mosquitoes at night when you wanted to make your calls. |
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| The cabins were clean and affordable. |
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