Wolf lake. Darn cool. Michael’s father always said there were floating islands on that lake, and by golly, we saw one! Small rounds of cattail bog migrate from side to side, sailing with the wind. The same wind created a chop on the water, which is when yellow perch love to bite! Between the two of us, we caught 19. Aunt Harriette and Irene will be having their long-awaited fish dinner. Now it’s time to put the livestock to bed. V