I hit the lake Saturday morning around 730 am. I called her a night about 1130pm . That was a long day. Yesterday I hit the lake before lite to top off the generators. I also had coffee with Wayne as he wanted to hit the road early. Traveling on the lake with the new edition KIa sportage. I took a few chances as I drove up to the generators with no 4 wheel drive. It was a good test but I better throw in a spade shovel and tow strap. I’m also going to get a set of chains. That should make a huge difference.
Wayne defiantly had the worst fishing?
Wayne always lets the first one go. He released a fat 16 1/2, I missed a nice fish while we were playing cards ,he caught couple little scuffits.

Mean while Stacy and Brian had pretty good fishing in Florida. They managed to eat a bunch of fish, shared some left overs with me and headed home with 8.
Joe,Sandy and Scott were here 1 night .They managed to get 8. Dave was also here 1 night .he got his 4.
Rick and Gordy were up to 5 last night. All under 17 but over 16 inches.
Shela, Richy and Family arrived Just as Jonny boy and I buttoned up moving old Minnesota, North Dakota and California. We moved them all to a new location. We set them up in a triangle with a small Christmas tree in the middle. I meet them on the lake and escort them out there. When we arrive they have a 6 foot blue spruce to set up, which makes my little tree look like a stick.
Last night making the rounds, California was the hot house. Followed by north Dakota with old Minnesota falling further behind on the fish catching.
There here one more night so will see how they did over night.
We will say good bye to Rick and Gordy. Then Montana and Florida need to be moved before Bobby Darrel and the crew arrive. With the impending snow I need to be smart about where we move the houses. I have two fishy spots in mind . I’ll have to decide when I get out there this morning.

I’m also going to do a no snow snow dance. I do not expect it to work, but with mother nature and the size of red lake some times the storms split around the lake?
Looking at the calender getting out for one last deer hunt may not be in the books.
I’ll share another story of one of my hunt.
For 3 years a chased a big buck in a creek bottom. Every time I would still hunt into the area he would bust me. You never new where he was bedded down. Some times he would be laying in the tall grasses next to the creek where he could lay in the sun all day long. Most of the time he would slip away from me and run across a a big opening and go into a small thicket. I had jumped him more then once. He had a beautiful rack and was all of 10 points. No matter which way I still hunted he always ran or snuck out to the north. The dairy Queen was to the south. The freeway was to the west highway 61 was to the east.
This day I was determinded. When I got a glimpse of him, he was coming out of the river bottom heading to the thicket. 1/4 mile away. I hiked over to the thicket, circled around and still hunted in. It was so thick I would never have a shot with my bow. I again pushed him out and he ran full speed back to the river bottom.
I again hiked back across. I started still hunting again. It was not very long when he jumped the creek ran east jumped the creek again and headed across the open field to the north. About half way he stopped and stood there, Majestic as a buck could be. He Stood there with his head held high, his chest puffed out, Steam coming out of his nostrils and mouth. I stood there admiring him. To far for a bow shot. He just stood there just starring at me. He then spun around, he headed east where he ran across highway 61 and left the area.