[Oldsarge]

The part of Ontario I go to has no concrete and no yuppies. We drive to Annikkoken and fly into a lake where there is no one but two grouchy, middle-aged white guys (Jim and I) doing nothing but catch, release, and cook fish for a week. Yum!

Then, on the way back, we'll stop and visit my contractor friend who just bought a farm full of pheasant and whitetail in S. Dakota with the intent of coming back again in October with 12 ga's aforethought. (Boom, you sorry, over-dressed chicken, you!)