Welcome back to another fishing adventure. With heavy showers forecast over the next few days, I shuffled around my gardening work, pushing jobs to the end of the week. That gave me a chance I couldn’t ignore—two nights on the bank. The car was already loaded before I had time to second-guess myself, and by mid-afternoon I was crunching down the familiar track toward the lakes.I was surprised to see a couple of good swims still free. For a moment, I nearly swung the car around and headed straight to Airfield Lake. The southwesterly was tearing across its wide waters, piling into the big island swim—a spot that’s hard to walk past when the conditions line up.But something made me pause. I’ve always had a soft spot for Meadow Lake, even if it doesn’t always produce. Less angling pressure, fewer distractions, and a kind of quiet character all its own. It’s the sort of place that tests your patience but rewards effort in its own way. In the end, I couldn’t resist the temptation.Tight lines and be lucky!