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The saga began on a beautiful, hot, July, Friday evening in New England. My wife and I are fortunate enough to have a nice cottage on the shores of a large, pristine lake. The lake is quite deep, very cold and clear enough that you can see into depths of 30 or more feet. Though there are hundreds of homes and cottage along its shores, our camp is located such that we have a reasonable amount of privacy on our back deck.

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