I really don't offer much content around here in terms of bowhunting. Since I spent most of my time in the water cooler, aka the basement, I try to offer some substance in the term of fishing. So here is the latest installment. Tra-di-tion - noun. a long-established or inherited way of thinking or acting. My parents bought a cabin located in northern Michigan back in '85. It was one of best decisions of my life. We spend countless hours at the cabin...fishing rivers and creeks, stalking local lakes, and hunting whitetails. It helped shape who I am today. Then, life got busy. The opportunities to visit the cabin grew less and less. My brothers and I decided we would make time at least once a year to return. That time is the first week in May. Every year in the first full week of May, we arrive on a Wednesday night, fish Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and return to our different parts of the state Sunday. In an effort to make sure the 3rd generation has a chance to experience northern Michigan, our parents come along to take their grandkids exploring while we fish. The same places they took us dating back 26 years. My parents have since passed the cabin down to us, and we hope to someday passing it down to our kids. We depart Wednesday evening. First order after arriving...say hello to the lake behind the cabin. And listen to the loons as the light fades. The cabin was built pre 1910. It was originally a one room hunting shack. It has since had rooms added on, including a kitchen and bathroom with running water. We have made no modifications over the years, just maintenance. Besides running water and heat, there are always plenty of rods, random signage, and a hero board of memorable fish from recent years. And some retired hats that have seen their fair share of time on the water. Flies get tied. Then we fish. And some times we catch fish. Hooks get tested. Bugs pop in the spring air. And trout eat them. When one of these funny looking fish trick us into thinking we've stuck a good trout... ...this is what happens. They become breakfast. Evenings are spent around a fire...three generations deep.
And then we fish some more. Bigger fish make appearances. And some times things get a little ghey. We take a minute to say good bye before heading into the home stretch. And handle some business. Some good friends have stopped in to take part in the annual trip. And we already can't wait for next year.
Man that looks like a great time. I never have fly fished, but every time you post some pictures it makes me want to get started.
Really great looking country there. Thanks for sharing !!!!! Congrats on the fish...even the odd looking one. Tim
Looks like an amazing place. It looks like what me, my brother, and my Dad are currently looking for at the moment. Just a small, remote cabin on a lake to pass down to family. Should be something your kids, and their kids, and so on will cherish.
Matt, these are some of the best photos I've ever seen in one post collectively... ever. VERY nice job.
great pics, looks like a good time and much like some fun memories that snuck up on me from my childhood
Great shots as usual, and the write-up was fantastic. Makes me want to hurry up my projects at home and get the flyrod out. Did you have your DSLR on the water for these?
Thanks everyone. Glad you enjoyed the recap. This can be a great time of year for fly fishing, especially if you're still getting the casting and fish fighting down. Bluegills should be in the shallows now, or real soon, and they provide a lot of fun on a fly rod. Thats how I cut my teeth fly fishing. Hoping we get a t-storm free evening this week so I can take the kids to a local pond. They are itching to get out. Yes, especially if we are in a boat. 50/50 on wading trips depending on where we're going.
