“Hey, buddy.”
I turn around, look down and lock eyes with a pint-size fellow sporting a yellow life vest and clutching a handful of fishing rods.
“You want to know where the best fishing on the lake is?”
I quickly assess the situation. Hmmm, the offer of advice is coming from an eight-year old who I’m sure hasn't sampled all of Lake Nipissing's grandness, so maybe I’m a bit skeptical about taking his advice. On the other hand, he is the lodge owner’s son and this is his home turf—what can I lose?
“Where’s that?” I take the bait.
His brow furls, jaw tightens—man, he knows something; this is going to be good.
“Right there—dock three,” he points a few feet to his right. “You drop your line by that boat and you can catch anything you want—bass, pike, walleye.”
“Oh, yeah? Thanks.”