
Fishing Junk Water
What started as the sketchiest junk lake turned into something much harder to leave behind
is a self-proclaimed nature nerd with a background in natural resources. Fishing since she could walk, she learned to fly fish 6 years ago while in New Hampshire. Her aspiration is to some day live off the grid and be almost a complete troutbum, with an occasional Pike and Musky thrown in

What started as the sketchiest junk lake turned into something much harder to leave behind

It’s a relatively cool, cloudy, Sunday in late August. AKA … brewing day. I am a homebrewer - beer, wine, mead and anything in between, even a traditional Finnish drink called Sima, which is a delicious sparkling lemonade. I’ve been waiting for cool weather (and spare time) all summer so I can try out new recipes. I also grew hops this year for the first time, and although they are not quite ready for harvest, I can’t wait to use them. In fact, I planted an entire garden dedicated to brewing

"All women are b**ches and liars." Those were the exact words out of an older man’s mouth a few years ago when my partner and I were fishing on a famous Lake Ontario steelhead river. When this man first approached us, thanks to our completely gender-neutral appearance, he just seemed a little jealous that we had been out-fishing him and he wanted us out of “his space,” but when he figured out we were women, he began blurting out a rant about how horrible women were, including his own mother. Thi