"If this works it's going to be insane." Admittedly there's a trace of doubt lacing my pronouncement. I'm in a canoe with my buddy Ozzy, paddling upriver in the middle of what can be best described as "the boondocks." Even though the calendar is ready to flip to July, it's the first warm evening in recent weeks, and we're chasing Michigan's famous hex hatch – targeting big, nocturnal fish on unproven water. It's literally a shot in the dark – or worse, I worry, a fool's erra

Day One: I'm startled from my sleep – something is licking my face. Given the high-desert setting – home to black bears, mountain lions, bobcats, lizards, northern scorpions, and the occasional prairie rattler – and the fact that we elected to cowboy camp at the trailhead last night, I'm mildly alarmed. And only mildly because I haven't had my caffeine fix yet. Swiping in the general direction of the wet tongue, I pry my eyes open to meet my fate. And there stands Reba, Rich'

Tucked among the Nipigon Bay islands off the North shore of Lake Superior, Bowman Island Lodge offers remote ...