It was a trip down memory lane today as the scene was Wolverine Lake, my home from '94-96. Quite a posh estate, eh? Those were the salad days I guess you could say. The rent was cheap and I was on the water; what else could you ask for? My best memory of the time there was walking out one evening and watching my neighbor get handcuffed by the state police for an out-of-state arrest warrant. I knew there was a reason his wife had the shakes while she puffed on her smokes. Good times!
While there were no fish to be had today, I did pull some pictures from the Wolverine Lake archives to show proof that this lake has some production. That is a pretty sweet hair lip on yours truly, huh? Yeah, I don't recall having any luck with the ladies during that time either. Coincidence? I don't think so.
Mountain bike season is near!
Trail Head
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| July 1996 |
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| August 1995 |
