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Here it goes. It was my first year up in Canada - my family has been going to the same cabin on the same river in the same week of summer for thirty years in Campbellford, Ontario. It's a big river - the Trent Severn Waterway. Every morning we wake up at 4:30 and go out fishing - this morning it was myself, my cousin, and my uncle. We woke up and had a bowl of cereal in the dark, allowing the small amount of light there was outside to come in. Out of the sliding glass door facing the river, I watched the silhouette of a raccoon walking along the docks. We got dressed in three layers, filled our thermoses. I stepped outside to 40°F air and a totally clear sky. Let me set the scene - there's our cabin, about 20 yards from the shore and another cabin behind it. To the side is a row of trees and bushes and then the boat launch. Then you have a grassy clearing, a big tree, and another cabin about 30 feet on the other side, with another thick area serving as a border. There are four small docks - basically just floating walkways - with a boat on each side. We grabbed our rods and walked out to the boat. When we pulled out away from shore, the sky above the opposite shore was full of stars and just a tiny bit of light. We got into my uncle's boat - the flagship of our fleet. It has a trolling motor, raised platforms on the front and back, and by far everything you could ever need in one of his big Bass Pro Shops boat bag filled with tackle trays filled with lures and terminal tackle, a binder full of spinnerbaits, and 100+ bags of Zoom lures. About 15 minutes later we got to our first place - a small bay with a submerged tree partially exposed in the middle. It could not have been more perfect - the sky was pink and orange in the east, dark blue with the moon in the west, a flock of geese bedded on shore, and a loon calling out. Best day of my life easily.
Pic isn't the same year or same spot, but a pretty one I think.
