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Musky Camp

USED TO GO on a fall musky trip. Dave and JT and I, and a few other rotating characters, built a complete Musky Camp tradition around it: late September or early October, a full week on a northern Michigan river system that was wild and remote. Getting into the good water, and camping there, was a lesson in type two fun, and it made the fishing all the richer. Cold and rain and wind and frost-proof mosquitoes. We caught our share of muskies. Nothing

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