It’s amazing (but completely understandable) how a lake without water — which in this particular case holds for me almost two decades of memories; a summer refuge and place of childhood discovery that I will always hold dear to my heart and has shaped a great deal of the man who I am today — just looks like a dirty, muddy dent.
They are draining it to fix the spillway, which I suppose is important. The lake is normally 280 acres, and the are supposedly taking it down under 30.
There are some upsides, though, as I now had the ability to casually wander the lake-bottom around some of my favorite fishing spots and give the finger to each and every rock, stump, and stick ever responsible for snagging my flies.
Silver linings, and all.
-Alex who may or may not have marked a few GPS spots, also.
















This is what I brought in the boat:
One morning I stepped outside with my case and bags and John was standing next to me with his gear at his feet. Austin stepped up on the porch, looking at the two of us and said “Don’t you guys know how to pack light?” 


















Now, I am not going to tell you how to catch carp. You can find that, and most likely better information from other places more suited to give that type of advise. (Like 
This photo of Kevin hanging out by the lighthouse (as well as the opener of Dan from the last post) was set up the same way: get camera, ambient exposure, and focus (on Kevin) set, then open the shutter and add your light.








I am intrigued by Beaver Island. I suppose you could say I have a crush on the place. 

















He asked me what I wanted on Wednesday. Said, if I had any thoughts to let him know.
Camp.
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This is Ben. Ben, like myself, is a passionate man.
