How a city slicker and a youthful tenderfoot became wilderness masters at Buck Lake Lodge
The one thing you can never control on a fishing trip is the weather, which is why Wes and I are so bundled up, even though it was only the third week of August. The week before we arrived at Buck Lake—and the week after—boasted temperatures in the mid-20°Cs. But on our first full day in camp, the mercury plunged to a daytime high of about 12°C. Then the frigid weather and near-steady rain stuck around for the next three days.