For FishingMagician.com, I’m Eric Granstrom. It was a crisp spring morning. The piercing call of a red-winged blackbird perched on a nearby cattail seemed to announce daylight's arrival. Wispy clouds of steam slowly rose off the lake into the chilled air. The water's surface was glassy still except for the occasional plop and splash of a trout leaping for a morning snack. The only sounds, besides the chorus of birds in a cacophony of song surrounding this body of water, were the occasional thud of an oar lock twisting in a man's hand propelling his craft in a slow troll. A deep breath through the nostrils inhales the dampness of the surroundings and quickly wipes clean the mind of all burdens. Engine silenced and yellow placard hung from the rear view mirror, it's time. Time to board the craft, part from land, and spend time in a sportsman's cathedral. A place where worries and stress and fear dissipate like the swirling bubbles behind your stern. A moment when you get to choose your course, your tempo, your approach in a world without boundaries. Where you can forge ahead, or just anchor up and sleep. Until next time, Good Fishing!