Our trip was set up on short notice. We knew we were going in two weeks.Two long weeks that seemed to drag on and on. You see, my first time ona great lake was with my father about 15 years ago. Still a lastingmemory of that 8lb brown I brought in hot while my left leg was in a full cast. That memory has lasted with me. I knew I’d get back tomy roots, after high school sports and college baseball. But, this timeI’d do it differently. No more spin gear. I was already hooked on fliesand amazed at how many trout I caught those first two years. A couplefalls ago, I met a fellow on a local river who just happened to jog mymemory of that long ago trip. He informed me of huge fish and thealmighty steel. I was sold with just that one conversation. For two years I kept telling my friends, “I’m going fly fishing in NY the fall.” They all laughed for two straight seasons. Well, this year was different. I crossed paths with friends of old andmet friends of new. I ended up talking with a guy that lives in thegreat lakes region and he was more than happy to make some ‘new’ memories for me tolast a lifetime. I can’t thank him enough for what has been the bestfishing trip I have ever been on. I brought one of my fishing buddieswith me and we struck gold. This big brown was caught early am and just as it was going to be nettedin 6 inches of water, my fly line to leader connection broke. Iwas under the impression it was a King Salmon. Our buddy wasn’t about to tellme what I really lost, in order to keep my spirits up. He knew that itwas a big Brown Trout. Thirty minutes later, I thought I was tangled withanother line on bottom. But, by the one in a million chance, I hadhooked into my own indicator that I lost when the Big Brown got away. I had him hooked again! I was able to land this beauty of 19 lbs., 32″ and a 21″ girth.My buddy so clearly stated, “Thank God for second chances!” Ido. Here is the best part! Day one wasn’t even close to being over, we hit a few other tribs and we all landed some fish. I got the Great Lakes Slam on Saturday. Ilanding a few King Salmon, Brown Trout and Steelhead. Sunday was slower, but, we searched a bit more and when we found fish,it was tough to get them to take our flies. Gin clear water equals small tippetand less ‘landing.’ These were large and in charge steelhead. Mostly, in the 8-10 pound class or better. The second good rain had fallen only a weekbefore, so the fish were holding in big schools. Two fish here, onethere, six here and that type of thing. On day three my buddy and I were on our own till late afternoon. We startedthe day off like Saturday. A few kings, none were very fresh, and acouple browns. We had lunch, met up with our buddy by 3:30 and that’swhen I rounded out the trip with a Lake Trout and a Brown Trout. The fly fishing was amazing. The catching was pretty darn good too. And someof the waters I set foot in, were some of the most beautiful rivers I’veseen that were not in a magazine. I’m already planning my next trip!