I took my 1967 Pontiac GTO
Now that's one classy fishing wagon! Growing up here in Detroit that car of yours was dreamed about. We had one guy in my school in high school with one and we all envied him! Nice!
I was up in Grayling this past weekend for the opening day hoopla. There was little fishing with the rivers swollen and it still being so damn cold. We had a record winter here for snowfall and the deer up north look horrible...Ribs hanging out etc.
A good friend of mine just bought a cabin on the Holy Water in a primo spot. The cabin was built in the 30's and he had it blasted somehow with corn cobs? It looks wonderful. I'd love to show you this area sometime...There is a ton of tradition and some of it is pretty cool.
For example: There is a little unnamed feeder stream that crosses his yard and dumps into the river at the end of his property. It isn't very wide, and there is a little wooden bridge over it. In the middle of the bridge is a trap door. Inside the trap door is a bottomless drum and for many years the home owner kept cans of beer in there.
When guides would slide by they would grab a beer once and a while and replace them a few days later. My friend has decided to continue the tradition and I helped him load it up this weekend.
I have viewed this all from the river over the years...Don't pay too much attention to the cabins. This stretch has some nice fish and a rather famous large Brown that lives along the break wall...Unfortunately, this has gotten out, and its a hoot watching these guys stopping and trying their luck here...The current seams are tough and most of them leave sheepishly and move on downstream after awhile.
The trout has a name, but I'll leave it at that. :)
This stretch was part of my very first wade on the Au Sable, when my buddy then took me there for the first time. Nearly every pool here has a name. Storied water.
We stayed at a lodge that was rather dumpy for many years. A doctor bought it and brought everything up to code. We were living large...Everything new. I stayed in the main lodge and we also had a few small cabins there reserved for our club. Had a remote controlled gas fireplace and a sliding door that went out on a dock that looked straight upstream. This particular spot is a ways down from where I normally fish...It is better to fish from a boat, and I made jokes that I've been by here many times, but in the dark, in the middle of the night...It's Hex water.
On open day morning we have a memorial breakfast upstairs at the "board room" at Gates' Lodge. We have pastry, bloody Mary's, mimosa, etc, and remember our friends who have passed away over the preceding year.
I took up a couple pictures of a friend of mine that was originally from Canada. When he was 19 or so he married a local girl. He decided after a couple weeks it wasn't going to work out so he took her home to her parents. He was out fishing in the river when her father walked up to the rivers edge and shouted, "Are you sure there's no way we couldn't work this out?" He said no, it was done, and that was it. :) Not even sure if it was legally annulled.
Josh who runs the Lodge now gave me a lunch menu to show me they have included some vego options for this vegetarian...One is called "The Dirty Hippie"...
Back when Rusty was alive, his wife Julie ran the kitchen and I hassled her for years to add something to the dinner menu for me...She would tell me to leave her alone, "and why should I add something for you when you and I know you are never off the river at dinner time!" :)