There are few better ways to celebrate the coming of spring and the paddling season than to take a couple of days off just after ice-out to joust with an old rival, Salvelinus namaycush.
Guarded by a long paddle and a hearty portage, there's a magical little island on a lovely lake deep in Algonquin where my spirit calls home. Chicamoula.
On the first or second weekend of May, as ice conditions permit, I'll be going back to visit my old haunts. It'd be an honour to have you guys come along.
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