Morning Guy Blog

It would be an exaggeration to call me a fisherman. True, I frequently go out on the water early in the morning. True, I do typically set a couple of lines.

But I go where I want the fish to be.

This separates me from a real fisherman.

I am seeking the “magic hour” (or two)—the quiet, the low light, the calm seas—long before the appearance of annoying wave-runners and grossly over-stereo-amplified, typically jackass-piloted wake-boats.

If I happen upon a lake trout, great! If I don’t… well, I don’t have to clean a fish.

Call it a win-win.