CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE LEAN-TO KIND

BEAR-FACED LIE

My father loved fishing and would go anywhere, by any means, to fish in new places. My mother, not so much. Many years ago he talked her into flying to Fourth Lake for an overnight fishing jaunt. At that time there were planes that took off from Lake Abanakee at Indian Lake. Now, my mother was not a fan of flying either; in fact this may have been the first time she had ever been on a plane.

They brought all the things needed for a night in a lean-to: sleeping bags, food, cooking gear. He fished and she probably read