My Piece of Heaven
Sandra Walters
We began to troll across the lake. Paddling seemed to be effortless. As we crossed, the first fish was attached to Bucky's line. It was a large Northern Pike and was my first look at this incredible species. I couldn't wait for the next one to be mine.
Pickerel Narrows appeared to be the prime fishing location for me. Taking all the knowledge that I had gained from my grandfather, I threw my Rappalla in and under a downed tree. Knowing that this was the spot, a large fish, the biggest I had ever caught, took hold of my line and off he went. Our canoe seemed to move from side to side as the fight was on. My eagerness, excitement, and overall giddiness for this experience were witnessed by all. The Northern Pike that I was now wrestling was the biggest of the whole trip. Glancing over to my husband, a smile spread across his face as he knew the thrill of the catch and he had just shared it with me.
My adventures and accomplishments in Quetico were never ending. Each new day and each new experience brought growth, strength, and admiration for my husband. I entered Quetico broken and lost, not knowing what life had in store for me. Leaving Quetico I found a person that I didn't know existed and a person that could accomplish anything. I was lucky not only to have the experience of traveling to Quetico, but more importantly I was lucky to have my husband introduce me to what I call my piece of heaven and I love him that much more for allowing me into this incredible place.
©Sandra Walters
