Backwoods Lake Monster Ever since I was old enough to tie my shoes, i’ve been fishing. Unlike most hobbies and interests i’ve had, my interest in fishing only grew as I got older. At age 9, I went on my first commercial fishing tour in northern minnesota and it was one of the best experiences of my life. That being said, when I turned 17 and was offered a trip to canada on a lodge resort off a huge lake, I was all in. The plane I took to the resort was one of those small ones where the passenger was also the copilot, and I was enraptured at the prospect of being taught how to fly a plane like in the movies. When we actually took off, the pilot was quiet and seemed uncomfortable in my presence, but I wasn’t about to squander my chance to learn something so fun. I began speaking into my microphone, trying to loosen him up.…show more content… I haven’t heard much about it”. Upon saying this, he seemed a little hesitant to answer and he shifted his weight uneasily in his seat. “Its.. a nice place” he started, though he sounded uncertain. “It’s got some nice people working there and a pretty nice lake for fishing, but don’t swim there”. With this last remark, he rushed his speech and seemed to regret what he said. I thought maybe the water was contaminated, but then why would it be safe to eat the fish there? “Why?” I started, hesitant to make him more uncomfortable, “is there like, broken glass in the water or chemicals?”. He seemed to think carefully about his response, but he couldn’t just leave the silence hanging in the air like dead weight. “Well, i’m not saying I believe this, but there have been rumors of something dangerous living in the
