We celebrate the end of June the same way we celebrated the beginning, with a fish fry. Specifically a morning, breakfast fish fry. There's nothing better than fresh caught fish, with farm fresh eggs, and maple breakfast sausage from Louie's.

I catch the fish, blue gills and bass off the pier around 7 a.m. It's a golden time of day on our lake. The sun has just come up over the pines on the east end of the lake. The lake surface is smooth as glass and a few whisps of fog rise from the water. The fishing is easy, a small jig, a rubber leech, and a red and white bobber attract a strike almost every cast. We only need a half dozen. When I can get her to do it, Lori cleans the fish and I start the sausage. But it's usually the other way around. It doesn't really matter as this is a real Adams Lake tradition started by my Mom and Dad. It's fitting way to say, "so long" to June, The Fishing Month.

Which brings us to July, high summer in the north woods The fishing gets good in June and stays good the warm days of July. I call it, The Really Good Fishing Month. And what does that mean? It means we celebrate again. To the dock ... I'll see you at 7:00.