Posted on April 20 2008
Hopefully Nirvana will excuse us from borrowing their song title — it’s hard to read about a guy like 17-year-old Cam Mitchell and not feel the rhythm. Few teenage anglers rank themselves as a 10.5 on the secrecy scale or know that the difference between 32 and 36 degrees is sometimes all it takes to turn a river on. “It’s time to run and gun now. This first stream is not producing. No pulse of fish, apparently. So Cam is back to the car. He breaks down his fly rod and lays it across his dash board. He’s off to another river. He does not take this mobility for granted. ‘I’m grateful to my parents for letting me have a fishing rig,’ he says.” Sam Cook in the Duluth News Tribune.