It wasn’t until my son Joseph and I were plying the weed-choked Scugog River just north of Lindsay during the this year’s bass opener that I really fully appreciated our newly refurbished Wolverine canoe.
It wasn’t until my son Joseph and I were plying the weed-choked Scugog River just north of Lindsay during the this year’s bass opener that I really fully appreciated our newly refurbished Wolverine canoe.
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