The Moreau family's second season as young, ambitious outfitters began with my arrival at the landing in a classic wooden Grenel day cruiser, The Queen of Kipawa, marking the start of my first real angling adventure. Good weather and poor technique left me fishless for the first three days, and the fourth day with steady cold rain and a stiff wind from the east. The only person I could coax out of a cabin to go fishing was Wayne. The other guys in my group followed along but didn’t last in the weather, opting for a dry cabin, a warm fire, and cold beer. I imagined Wayne was thinking the same but stayed out with me, determined to help me catch my first-ever Kipawa Lodge walleye. And boy, did we! We filled the boat, as they say. Not only did Wayne put us on the fish (a secret hole I’ll take to my grave), but he also took the time to tweak my jigging technique, teach me how to read the wind and offered fish-finding advice that I carry with me to this day. It was also the day the legend of Kid Kipawa was born. It took me a few years of living the lodge life to fully understand the sacrifice that youngitter made that cold, windy morning to ensure my angling success. For the last 30+ years, every spring, every fall, and anytime they call, I’ve tried to repay that debt. Without Kipawa Lodge and Wayne and Barb Moreau, the legend of Kid Kipawa would be only a myth, and my life would be void of the warmth and richness that the memories of Kipawa Lodge have provided me. See ya when I see ya! Peace!