IT’S SUMMERTIME AND the fishing is easy. The fishing might not be any better than in the winter, but it never snows in summer and there’s no black ice to drive on.

It’s good to hit the river early, before the sun is on the water. Unless you’re fishing with teenagers whose idea of early is shortly before noon.

It’s OK, because I knew every minute of this day was going to be a bickering nightmare. These were, after all, teenage girls whose idea of fun is video games and riding horses. How their uncle ever got them suckered into a fishing trip in the first place is just another heart-rending example of a family vacation blown into the vortex of bad planning, indecision and blame. I tried to do my part. I launched the boat.

Most anytime some half-baked relation passes through, we end up fi

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