The Great Outsmores

Since adopting me at birth, my father has done inumerable great things for me - and I’m eternally greatful. Trouble is, my birthday happens every year right around, and sometimes on, Father’s day. So I’m in a delimma. My pops has invited me up to the lake cabin for a Dad’s Day weekend that I know will unfortunately be anything but relaxing with whole family there and the inevitable role of playing the good uncle and watching the grandkids (not mine), taking them tubing, and cooking dinner every night for about ten. In fairness, life could be much worse.

However, I’m really itching to get a canoe camping trip in on either the Toccoa or Upper Chattahoochee and hit the trout hard before the water temp. climbs towards the boiling point as it does here in the summer. And isn’t a birthday the one day a year you’re allowed to be a little selfish and do what you want?

I guess the politcal thing to do would be to comprimise and hit Section II of the Chattooga for a day trip which is only a few minutes from the cabin, but it’s free-flowing, which means low water levels and warmer water this time of year. Not to mention its something I’ve done many times, and I always like to hit up new areas when I get the chance.

Oh well, either way - it’s better than yard work.

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