So life is crazy. Lots of bad came my way, but I’m heading to the Flambeau to heal. This past week I loaded the canoe on the old Chevy and packed the truck with camping and fishing gear as well as my pup Ruby who is in the end stages of a false pregnancy. My goal was to camp on the Flambeau Flowage, not hear any news, paddle troll for musky, stare at the sky, the water, and a campfire to heal my brain from a very nasty infection that just kicked my ass.
Friday, Aug. 13