By Rodney J. Auth

I don’t know where I got the courage. But as my week of science camp in the north woods of Wisconsin moved along, I finally mustered the courage to ask my counselor if we could go fishing.
Like the great guy he was (and probably still is), he said “yes.” But, we’d have to get up early and hit the lake before breakfast--the rest of the day was packed with science activities.

No problem. Everybody knows the fish are always hungry in the morning.

So, the next day, the boys in my cabin woke early, headed to the lake and paddled out to catch a big northern (pike) or a small sunfish. We weren’t picky.

The air was brisk, steam rising off the water as the sun worked to warm things up.
We paddled, casted, talked, laughed and caught … nothing.

But, we made some good memories. And, we enjoyed the kind of peace you seem to only get outdoors.