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I should be really pissed off at old Bob Knox.

Master mechanic, maestro fiddler, able to leap the truth in a single bound; yes, I have my reasons! Several years ago I handed my bass...

Driving Fire Route 93. Are you sure this is a road?

Who on earth decided this was a good idea for a road? Fire Route 93 snakes around the west and south end of Lake Kasshabog through low...

Making wood.

I’d say it was twenty years or more when I was fishing off the big rock across the way when the old man hollered a hello over the water....

Bears. Bears? Bears!!!

On a little jut of rock that’s part of the shoals surrounding Rebel’s Isle there is a small maple tree that sprouted during the years of...

We don't do winter anymore.

(Winter at Rebel’s Isle. Many years ago) The winter night falls fast in January. A thin smear of light fades in the west and blackness...

There's something about a martini...

It's been quite some time since I posted anything. Getting the new (old) house in Port Hope organized and tearing my right rotator cuff...

Going solo at closing time

For thirty years I'd had a succession of handymen winterize the water system, but with Ray retiring it was time for me to step up and do...

The snake and I

Ray has quit. Now that I’ve done a few of the jobs he used to do I’m surprised he didn’t quit a long time ago. Re-priming the pump that...

Staying over Sunday night.

Long files of minivans, hulking SUVs, pickup trucks trailing bass boats with towering engines, mix it up with the wallowing rusty sedans...

Mark Jones, the boat whisperer.

I am a bass fisherman. As such it is vital that I have a proper bass boat to fish from. Mine is a Ranger of dubious provenance. It’s a...

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Things that go bump in the lake

Our new normal.

Cottaging in the age of Covid-19

Back in prison again.

Dear whoever you were, you just missed hitting a rock.

Farewell, Ray Harvey, thanks for everything.

38 years, and yes, it's getting harder.

Welcome home, old friend.

The thing with the spider.

Get a perch, straight down.

WHY this blog?

I have 30 years worth of stories to tell about my cottage life. Every now and then I'd scribble by the wood burning stove, or out on the dock, then stuff the notebook into the bookcase I'd built. One day I sent a story to some friends and since then they've pestered me to publish.

This seems like a good way to start, and if enough people indicate they like them maybe there will be a book. Hey, I can dream, can't I?

Look in every week or so and you'll find another story about what it's been like to have a cottage on Rebel's Isle.

I hope you like them, and if you do, please share with someone.

Thanks,

Paul Grissom