Dedication To My Grandfathers

Robert Kirkwood Fishing Story As Remembered by Roberta:
The Fish Weren't Biting
Growing up in Michigan, fishing was a family affair. Vacations were always at a lake where we kids could swim and Dad could fish. Additionally, holidays were usually spent at a local lake with all our relative joining us. On two separate occasions, the phrase “The fish aren’t biting” took on special meaning. Near our home was the Kensington Recreational area where we spent many happy outings. More .....

Lawerance Boyd Fishing Story As Remembered by Jack:
Trout Fishing
The test of any great fishing story, I presume, is how much it stretches the truth. It won’t be possible to apply this test to my trout-fishing story with your Grandpa Boyd, because it took place at least fifty years ago. I was no more than eight or nine years old when the family visited South River, Ontario. I can’t recall whether we planned to go fishing. That was probably a last minute decision made after we arrived and some genius suggested we do so. Since I was the kid, I had to go along on the trip and the overnight trout-fishing sojourn. I was a city kid and didn't have much experience with the outdoors and associated perils. More .....

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Robert Kirkwood Fishing Story As Remembered by Steve and William:
Pikes Bay Canada
This story took place on Pike's Bay in Canada, Southern Lake Superior area. Pike fishing with cubs and a bober is hard if you're a first timer because you might not know that Pike scale their food. A Pike will often take the minnow or small fish into it's mouth and spit it out and then take it again. We were fishing out of my Grandpa Kirkwoods boat which was 16' - 17' with a 35 horse Evenirude out board. Being about 8 years old at the time I was amazed by the size of the bobber and hooks. I could barely hold one of the big red and white bobbers in one hand. I'd never been Pike fishing before More .....

Lawerance Boyd Fishing Story As Remembered by William:
Strawberry or Maceday Lake
I was ten, no more than eleven or twelve. It was a special day – fishing with my Dad. Strawberry Lake, I think, but it could have been Maceday. I was, as usual very excited. Dad worked so hard and such long hours it was one of those rare times when he and I were able to go fishing together. I cannot remember the sky or other surroundings. I suspect it was a typical Michigan blue-gray day. Anyway, we loaded the fishing gear in a rented rowboat. Dad decided that it was early enough in the summer that the fish had not retreated to the deeper water and we didn’t need the outboard motor to fish along the shoreline. More .....

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Lawerance Boyd Fishing Story As Remembered by William:
Island Lake - Michigan
Your Grandpa Boyd was such an avid fisherman that all of our vacations were spent on a fishing trip. Many weekends were also spent fishing on the lakes around Pontiac, Michigan.

One weekend in particular Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle Larry and I went camping at Island Lake. Bill and Jack hadn’t joined the family yet. I was about six years old and Larry was four. Someone had loaned us a tent to use. Island Lake was only about 25 miles outside Detroit but in our young minds it was like a vacation and might as well have been a trip to Yellowstone! More .....

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