The time spent learning to fish Mosquito Lake
My love-hate relationship with Mosquito Lake dates back to 1977, the year I began to widen my fishing horizon to include waters beyond the reach of the casts I could make from the banks of creeks and ponds. That was the year wife Barb and I went on a Saturday to Southern Park Mall to buy shoes and returned home with a brochure from one of the boat dealers displaying their gleaming fiberglass vessels in a spring’s-coming exhibit in the concourse. Smitten with the notion that we could own and operate a 16-foot tri-haul Arrowglass pushed by a 35-horsepower Johnson outboard, Barb and ...