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It seemed like a good morning to go fishing: warm (but not too hot), sunny, and calm. I launched my boat at Moutardier and proceeded to catch a few crappie. Something, however, didn’t feel right. The lake was too quiet, nearly deserted. The sky was quiet, too, and empty — not a plane or jet …

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