Camps of yesteryear

I recently took my 11-year-old son to Shell Island Fish Camp. Now regular readers will recognize the name and I dare say many of you have probably been there. I made my first trip there in 1981 or 1982. I don’t remember. For 20+ years my father and I went there several times a year and at one point once a month for years. I love it there. But the chase for bigger and better trout led me other plac…