Old_Salt,

Referencing your Question #4
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"Would any fisherman in their right mind go there?"
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There you go, dredging up my wife's argument about having me "committed", again!  

Well, at the very least, I expect to catch a few fish on the way TO & BACK from Stumpy Land.    

It doesn't appear that I'll NEED to catch all that many fish, either.  My original party of 4-6 has recently dwindled down to two and possibly just one (1), if my college freshman son pulls a certain important Summer Internship down in the Carolinas.  

A frequent partner, my brother, WAS going but, after careful "Old_Salt-like" reflection, he made the following observation: "WHY the hell do I want to hack my way through a mile of nasty wilderness, boot-sucking swamp, & who-knows-what just to get bitten by bugs while sitting on some desolate beach on some godforsaken lake with a bunch of bullshitting tall tale tellers?"  

I secretly thought that referring to potential Jamboreers as a "bunch" might be a bit optimistic but I held my tongue.  However, I didn't get very far with the response I DID give him: "It would be just like Old Times!" [referring to a 1996 debacle, notorious in our family circles, occurring 'somewhere' a few miles NW of Cache Lake]  

Brother Gary & his friends are now eyeballing my more sedentary Autumn Base Camp Trip option.  

Well, the way I look at it, it won't take all that many chubs to mix in with my Cache Lake Fish Chowder Mix to make a fine meal.  BTW, that stuff is great!!  

Let the faint of heart vegetate on their sofas!  Seize the day & the Flamingos!!  I say 'on with the Quest' and those fabulous 'door prizes'!!!  

Jimbo  8)