But on the way to Namakan, the hay shifted and Leon didn’t make it.
They had only been married a year.
During Betty’s days, I don’t know what the walleye limit was on Crane. But these days it’s four apiece. Soon enough, Steve, Joe and I had our 12, and John and Jodi, and Terry and Mark, had their limits, too.
Crane Lake is a haven for walleyes, and always has been.
It’s also a vessel for the passages of time, and of people.
Saturday we were here again, and as evening set over the big lake, we fried fish and potatoes, and laughed, and knew we would return.
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