I have been kayak trolling for bass and have been very lucky. I either have my dog Sodra sitting in back. Shes always fishing, but mostly for the fish on the stringer. My other partner is a thirteen year old boy that lives, breaths and dreams about fishing. I mostly appreciate the full stringer of pillow clouds, clean blue water, loon symphony and the wind passing through the majestic pines and the smell of swamp cedar. Last Sunday juleo and I were serinaded by baying bear hounds circling the lake. Yogi doesn't even have time to steal a picinic basket. Silence is the other gift. As I paddle I weave the native american spirituality with my thoughts of thanksgiving. Life is good in the Northwoods of Wisconsin.