By Don Barone
ESPNOutdoors.com

Sunday, August 10, 2008

ONEIDA LAKE, N.Y. — Dawn. I stood before a beach with no footprints in the sand. In the puddles at my feet, I watched the sky go by, birds asleep, waves bobbing. Newborn air rose off the trees and gently folded the blanket of mist back into the lake. Between water and sky came the morning. Brown, orange and yellow bathed the dock and the lone boat floating there. As the sun rose in the sky, so did the once-sleeping birds. The lake rippled with life from above and below. Knowing I wa ...

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