CLEAR LAKE TAIL

One beautiful sunny day in 1964, a buddy and I are fishing a clear mountain lake in Jasper National Park, Canada. We are anchored off a weed bed, casting nymphs to feeding trout. Looking back to the road and the parking area, we see another fisherman studying us through binoculars. We keep fishing and very soon ?The Peeper?, in a canoe, approaches and hails us: