This was both a holiday and a trip back in time. More than 50 years ago, as a little boy, I was thrilled to catch pickerel in the lakes of this area. My parents paddled an 18-foot canoe with my two brothers and I in the middle. It was a comedy of squirming kids and tangled lines, held together not just by parental patience but also by the generosity of pickerel. No matter the snarls, the errant casts, or the youthful ignorance of all things fishing, the pickerel were inevitably willing.