A Series Of Unfortunate Events

Every year in Michigan is a good year. There is so much to enjoy. There is enough good weather; there is always some good fishing; we enjoy acting rowdy together; we enjoy the boat, the devise to free snagged lures worked very effectively; we enjoyed the lakes, the scenery; a we loved having Adam, his handsomeness, there all week, he had his best golf game ever; we all three cheered the Blackhawks on a win that would lead them to eventually winning the Stanley Cup.

But some things lessened the enjoyment. Black bugs were a constant nuisance; the ice didn't melt until two weeks before our trip which meant that fish hadn't spawned yet, there was no bait in the water for the fish, and the weed growth was retarded; the cabin was filthy, the tub was dirty, under the beds had not been vacuumed for months; storms cut our fishing short on the two nights we caught the two largest walleyes we ever caught; the screen was broken; I had difficulty going to the bathroom that kept me from fishing for a day and caused a lot of pain and discomfort; the trolling motor broke and we had to take it to Eagle River to be repaired; I hooked myself and we had to force the barb through my finger, I was very brave; we lost a good net; coming in a day late prevented me from having my tackle and rigs ready to go, my organization was horseshit; and the water adjacent to the piers was too shallow due to a buildup of much and leaves, in the past the mooring areas were dredged; we didn't catch any perch or bluegills; and we didn't catch a single fish off the pier.