Fantastic Fall

After talking to long time residents in the area, we all agree that this has been the most long-lasting, colorful autumn in many years, certainly as long as we have lived here.  Who can fully explain the effect  that those bright yellow, to orange, to red colored trees have on our soul?  It is such a good time to slow down, take long walks on forest trails, allow the kaleidoscope of colors against the deep blue sky to thrill us to internal depths, smell the fresh, richness of the woods and enjoy the peacefulness it brings us.  I am amazed at our God who created such beauty for us to enjoy.Joanna and John have started up this year's season of dogsledding with dog training using the four wheelers on cool, early, mornings.  The dogs are beside themselves with eagerness to hit the trail.  A few of them actually self harness as John and Joanna hold the harness open and they thrust their front legs and head in the holes.  I believe she has a team beyond all others this year.  Hopefully…

Better Late Than Never

We arrived at our camp in Canada June 21. It was so good to be back. John spent about four days mowing the lawn which was almost 3 feet tall. I worked three days in the garden to rid it of weeds and plant some bean and lettuce seeds left over from last year. With a bit of weed whacking and landscaping, the place is starting to look shipshape. Now we just need our guests. We finished our two week quarantine on Monday and gleefully headed to Dryden for some much needed supplies. What a fun day that was!! We ran into some good friends and had a very nice visit in town. We were in desperate need for some social interaction. No one seems to be wearing masks up here and it’s so refreshing to shop without them. The last two weeks here we have experienced unusually hot temps in the 90's- too hot to do much outside. Joanna and I have motored out to the lake on the pontoon boat almost everyday to swim. It's turning out to be more of a vacation for us. We've done more fishing, but w…

Gunflint Mail Run Sled Dog Race

Our daughter Joanna ran her first race of the season in our backyard here in Grand Marais, MN.  Actually, it took us about an hour to get up the Gunflint Trail where the race started at Trail Center.  It is nice to be so close to a race.  After the first leg, she was out in front and at the end she even lengthened her lead on the 2nd place finisher.  The weather was cool, the trails were hard and fast and her team ran like the wind.  Below is her rendition of the race.

Thank you Nace Hagemann for the great photos of all the teams at the 2020 Gunflint Mail Run yesterday!!! My team won the 64 mile race with the amazing Schouweiler team hot on our tail!!!! We like to take turns winning these last few years it seems lol ;) What a super fun race this is with amazing hospitality at Trail Center Lodge and this year the trail and weather were absolutely perfect! Fastest trail we have ever run at this race and the dogs just flew! It was a blast for both humans and canines, happy tails at the fi…

The Two Stooges

Joanna and I have had some pretty funny experiences while fishing together for the past 12 years in Canada.  She calls us the Two Stooges.  I have to say it has provided us both lots of fun and laughter.

Here are two recent adventures that had us in stitches.

Our first adventure was when our friend Chris came up for a few days to pick berries and fish.  We decided to go to Heathwalt Lake for the day.  After fishing around a favorite point and not coming up with many fish, I decided to head across the lake to a spot Joanna and I had done quite well at in the spring.  One thing I forgot to factor into the equation is that in the spring there are no weeds up yet.  Now there are weeds everywhere in the shallow areas making it more difficult to fish through them.

Starting out in this new area I snagged a good sized pike which I kept.  Chris and I were trolling on the same side of the boat and Joanna on the other side.  At our last spot Chris and I had somehow gotten our lines terribly tang…


Here's a fishing story for you.  My brother Rick comes up every year to stay with us at camp for at least a week as he loves to fish, especially for Smallmouth Bass.  His favorite fishing spot is at the end of the sandbar on our lake, Indian Lake.  He will go there like clockwork every evening to cast for smallies or northern pike.  The fish that hit the hardest are the ones he prefers to catch.

One evening he and his buddy that came with him from GA were out fishing at the end of the sandbar when Joanna and I came out in another boat to fish there as well.  We were closer to the stake marking the end of the sandbar which helps fishermen know when they can safely turn to head up the lake without hitting the sandbar.

I usually wait for the sun to get close to sinking over the horizon before I try to catch Walleye there because they bite better when it is darker.  So, in the meantime I thought I'd try a few casts with a special stickbait that Rick had given me the year before. …

The Lost Pole

Five year old Joey came with his parents to stay at Agimac River Outfitters just a few weeks ago.  He's a very cute, active blonde haired boy who likes to go out fishing with the family but can soon get tired of sitting in the boat.  One day out on the lake he decided he had waited long enough for a fish to bite and put down his short kiddie pole turning his attention to other things.  However, his line was still in the water. 

All of a sudden a fish grabbed his bait and took off running pulling his pole right out of the boat and into the water.   Everyone was caught off guard.  The adults in the boat began trolling in the area hoping to snag Joey's pole and retrieve it for him.  After about a half hour someone in the group caught his pole and reeled it in with the fish still attached on the end of his line.  Unfortunately the fish was too small to keep, but at least Joey got to see the fish he caught and still had a pole to fish again. 

I thought it was such a unique story, I…

Summer Finally Came

We finally got summer about two days ago when the temperatures rose to the low 80's.  People were still wearing long underwear and large parkas with hoods to spend a day out on the lake with the cold north wind that kept the air and water lower than normal. 

John was still stoking the fire in our outside wood furnace to keep us warm at night and smoke was rising from the chimneys in our cabins indicating that our guests too were trying to stay warm at night. 

But two days ago we donned our shorts and tee shirts and began to relax into some milder temperatures.  Even the fish starting biting better.  Their mouths must have been too cold to open and receive bait in the early weeks.  Although one cabin boasted catches of at least eight Walleye over 30 inches long taken on Indian Lake or the connecting lakes.  That's amazing. 

So here are a few of the catches from our first three weeks at camp.