Being it was not my first wilderness canoe adventure trip, I had some expectation baggage. Being human I pretend to have no baggage. I no sooner stepped out of the vehicle and said in my best drawl “well aaawl be, there’s mosquitoes, deer flies, horse flies and black flies here.” I slapped and flailed tillContinue reading “BWCAW Adventure Expectations”
Category Archives: gone fishing
Really Living
I saw the bear coming in the almost dark wilderness campsite. My small band of teenagers I was leading through a long canoe route in the BWCA Wilderness had been exploring the lake shore, spotted him and ran back for camp a few seconds ago. I ran and grabbed the camera turning on the strobeContinue reading “Really Living”
Stunt Double
One of my dad’s sayings when I was young was “If you pull another stunt like that…” and some type of age-appropriate consequence was named. The bad part was he often didn’t mention which stunt he was talking about. Throughout my life, my risk/reward analysis system of decision making has been lopsided toward the rewardContinue reading “Stunt Double”
Stalking Beaver
Here I was, drifting in a canoe and minding my own business on an absolutely calm evening with the lake all to myself. I was catching a limit of crappies in the moon lit evening when the water was torpedoed by this angry beaver. Picture a cartoon character almost tipping the canoe over both waysContinue reading “Stalking Beaver”
Cold Cold Hands
“Grandpa, my hands are cold and I can’t find my gloves” said a small whimpering six year old voice behind me. I laid down my ice fishing auger and turned to see two little bare red hands extended out to me in the freezing temperatures. No gloves, 100 yards away from the semi-warm fish house,Continue reading “Cold Cold Hands”
A Family Tastes the Wilderness, and it’s Good
My oldest grand daughter is going into her senior high school year so she had the privilege of choosing the family vacation. She chose to go to the BWCA wilderness with grandpa as guide. How cool is that? 5 days unplugged from technology and looking at the sky for hints of a weather forecast. 5Continue reading “A Family Tastes the Wilderness, and it’s Good”
Gone Fishing Stories
Getting a group of fishermen together on a nice saturday morning is kind of like throwing a party for introverts. It’s hard to get people to show up. About 40 guys and a slew of boats at this little but mighty country church. I suspect a nice breakfast helped the draw. Many are friends. fatherContinue reading “Gone Fishing Stories”
Fishing: I Must
Some write, some garden, others have their various go to activities but I fish. Fishing is my all purpose activity cure for, well, about anything. Sad? go fishing. Happy? I mean too happy? go fishing! Need some reflection time? Need to pray? (we all do), go fishing. Need to feel like you are helping others?Continue reading “Fishing: I Must”
Fishing is always good
Sometimes the catching is good as well. I am happy to represent truth in this statement. I have a natural bent for life on the water and in the woods. The more remote the better. Maybe parts of our DNA bent are like-minded you and I. Maybe not! Maybe you think my DNA is aContinue reading “Fishing is always good”
Wilderness Food Planning for the unorganized (like I should talk)
I was in the grocery store for a couple hours (seemed like) with a cart load of camping food and my cart disappeared. It was just gone. I found it two isles over being pushed by a very small elderly women with a friend pushing a similar cart. They were shopping together. When I askedContinue reading “Wilderness Food Planning for the unorganized (like I should talk)”
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