Gillespie Life, Outdoors
July 16, 2025
Rolling and boiling for fish on Lake Michigan
It was pitch black, almost to the point of freezing, and the swells of Lake Michigan beneath me were rising and falling in rapid fivefoot- tall secessions. Rain slammed into me at a near sideways angle. I held tight to my seat at the center console of the wildly bobbing 28-foot boat and silently thanked God that I had remembered to take a handful of motion sickness medication the night before.