Jim put on an impressive display, pulling in several beautiful fish and sharing stories as I paddled alongside him. He says he hopes to do this until the day he dies, but to me, it looks like Jim is already living in heaven. The sun's rays shone a little brighter on this kind-hearted man on that cool, windy day.
Read MoreOn a damp, cool fall morning, David Alexander and I shouldered our packs, lifted the Hornbeck canoes over our heads and started down the 5.9-mile trail in pursuit of a lake nestled in these Adirondack mountains. We had reason to believe it was loaded with heritage strain, natural reproducing Brook Trout, which would be in their vibrant spawning colors at this time of year.
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