Fishing is worth the scare

While pounding through the waves recently on Fort Peck Lake I couldn’t help but recall how many times I’d been here before.

Not necessarily on Fort Peck, and certainly not in a boat this big, but for sure in waves large enough to give me pause.

Probably the scariest were the trips Barb and I used to take on Yellowstone Lake where if anything happened and we ended up in the frigid water we were toast, or more accurately ice cubes. The wind at that elevation came up quickly and with little warning. We endured some very uncomfortable crossings in our 15-foot boat.

The fishing, however, was...