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On the way to Grundy Lake this weekend (Sudbury-ish), I drove on through Coldwater; home to none other than the Notorious D.A.N. I was going to take a picture, but I was too frustrated that the one and only gas station I found was closed, so I made a point to get the hell out of there before I was eaten alive by the rather suspect wild turkeys Andrew spotted along the road.
I'd like to live up north if not for the gasoline prices and the desolation.
Anyway, I'm back. Thank you, Dan, for keeping alive my readership.
Andrew caught a fucking four-foot-long northern pike. Holy shit. It didn't fit in our net and it ate my dad's lucky lure and then swam away, but Jesus. I could have rode that fish home if it had stuck around long enough. Tonnes of pictures soon.
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