Goodbye Lake Littlejohn

Yesterday I went to Victoria to get my boat from Lake Littlejohn. I will try to sell it and the motor. After having been a member for some 10-12 years, I have decided to quit my membership at the Littlejohn Conservation Club south of Victoria. It was a great area for fishing, and became my place of solitude. With some 20 some individual lakes, a hiking path, beach and swimming area, and shooting range it was a great place to go. I usually went early in the morning as the sun came up and hardly ever caught anything. I had a boat and cool trolling motor and just spent time cruising on Long Lake. Sure I'd throw a worm in or some other twinkling, swirling, brightly colored gizmo, but it was the ambiance, not the number of fish caught that was the allure.
This was the place where little Bustle-Butt and I went to have fun. He drove my boat there once, and we went swimming and allowed Grandma to join us another time. The quiet, the serenity, the nature was every bit as fulfilling to the soul as any church.
However, I had not been there for some time. Last year, after moving to BFE, the drive over there was too much as I became increasingly skittish about the amount of miles on the truck. The year before Bustle-Butt had moved away to Canada and the joy was lost.
It was a fun time, and I am sorry to see it go, and sorrier for the reasons for letting go.

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