...a little lake here in Southwest Michigan that seems to be frequented only by me and a handful of people who live far enough out in the sticks to be near it. The approach to the single access is a "road" only in the broadest, most generous sense of the term. Glorified rut is more like it. The lake is small, 15 acres or so, totally surrounded by forest, with not a single human dwelling to mar the view, which is pretty all year round but spectacular in fall. Less than 20 feet deep at its deepest point, it is ringed by lily pads and hosts prolific weed beds throughout. This is ideal habitat for the largemouth bass and bluegill that populate it. They love to whack surface flies, starting as soon as the water warms up in May until it starts to get too cool some time in October. I've never thrown anything but a popper or slider there; never had to.
What's strange (to me) is that the bass tend to be on the small side, even for Michigan; a 12-incher is a nice one. I've caught a few that might have gone 13-14", but 10-12" is the average. The bluegills, though, tend to be larger than average (again, for Michigan), like this one that walloped a cork bass popper last night put up a mighty scrap against the 9' 5 wt. rod I was using.
Anyway, I love this little lake.