Chief Longwind Of The North
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My Dad, uncle, and grandpa were going stream fishing for brook trout, a favorite pastime in our family. My cousin, who was a year older than me, And I stayed in the station wagon with the windows cracked. The temperature was comfortable. We sat in the back with a large bag of M&M's to share between us. We separated out the colors, and entertained ourselves. Unexpectedly. e saw a wolf nearby. We watched it until it ambled away after several minutes. Of course all three adults caught their limit, and we had a feed of a mess of fried trout for supper, another favorite among my Dad, grandparents, and uncles. Back then, the limit was 10 brookies per person, with the smallest needing to reach at least 7 inches in length. When we ate trout, nothing else was cooked, or served. We soo became experts at pulling the spines from the cooked fish, removing almost all of the bones. Life was so much simpler back in the 1960's. I only wish i could have those experiences with my kids, and grandkids. The streams were small, but had fish in every hole. The names were colorful and I knew them by heart; Halfaday, biscuit, Rocksbury. Ankadosh, Swagert, Sullivan, The black, the Pine, Pendell's, Neomikan, Tahquamenon and there were others, each promising to fill our wicker creels with brookies, and rainbows. Yes, Michigan's U.P was a fisherman's paradise. nd I haven't even touched what could be caught in Lakes Superior, Michigan, and Huron, ant the river that connected them.
What are some of your favorite food memories, be it a special holiday meal, a favorite ice cream or fudge shop, roasting hot dogs on freshly cut willow sticks, etc.
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What are some of your favorite food memories, be it a special holiday meal, a favorite ice cream or fudge shop, roasting hot dogs on freshly cut willow sticks, etc.
Seeeeyal Chief Longwind of the North