Fish Catching
"It was a dark and stormy evening; the rain fell in torrents - except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept any mist into the low hanging clouds (for it is on Eagle Lake that our scene lies), rattling along the Canadian pines, and fiercely agitating the fishing boats that struggled against the darkness." No average fish would do.
Then it came. The waves whitened. The sudden weight of a trophy bent my pole into a semicircular arc. Forget the wind. What rain? The fish of a lifetime was splashing at the end of my line.
For unforgettable times, stay at Andy Meyers Lodge.
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