It would be ironic — and a hideous thought to contemplate — if this little book should help bring about the discovery of the “forgotten” Upper Peninsula. Yet I take comfort when I reflect that the people who might find and deflower my native heath rarely hold still long enough to read books.  . . . They obediently race through here all summer long, bent only upon making five hundred miles a day, an achievement which somehow seems to ease the peculiar nature of their pain. They know not of the existence of the true U.P. They’ve never really been there.

Robert Traver
Trout Madness


© 2011 Timothy Schulz


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