WHAT MORE COULD A GIRL WANT ON HER HONEYMOON

JON'S CHARTER BOAT

JON'S BUSINESS 

FOG LIFTING OFF VAN TASSEL POINT...

FOGGY MORNING

FISH ON!...

READY THE NET, REEL IT IN...

...NICE FISH...

WHAT MORE COULD A GIRL WANT  ON HER HONEYMOON?

Friday, 8:30 AM.  70 degrees F, wind N, light.  The sky is mostly overcast, we got another quarter inch or so of rain yesterday and last night and the humidity is still 90%.  The barometer is trending down, at 29.88".  Looks like a day to catch up with some desk work, as it is sopping wet outside.

   Yesterday's opportunity to get out on the lake started early and in dense fog.  Jon's 29' boat has radar and GPS and compass, but it was still iffy navigating out of the marina and down the south shore. It was blow the horn and listen for a reply in the murk, fishing blind until the fog began to lift around 8:30 AM. 

   Jon's charter customers were a young couple from Medford, about two hours south of Bayfield, on their honeymoon.  Jon's main business is a new boat storage and maintenance facility on Hwy. 13, just south of Bayfield
   They were true outdoor folks, both experienced hunters and fishers and took it all in stride.  They joked about their wedding party being all dressed in camo, and the young bride told us about her recent wolf hunt, calling in a pack of nine wolves and shooting an 87 pound male that was longer than she is tall. Her new husband admitted to having second thoughts about their being out in the blind as the huge animals appeared, ghostlike, out of the surrounding brush, looking to confront an interloper in their territory.
   However you might feel about wolf hunting, they had a great tale to tell.  They are farmers and don't have any qualms about legally shooting wolves, bears and other stock predators.

   We fished a number of locations, going all the way around the east side of Madeline Island, and finally ran into fish off the south end of Michigan Island, in view of its light house.  I did not fish, as this was a paid charter outing, but helped with steering the boat while trolling and other chores, and was pleased to do it and be out on the water, which was glassy calm until the front moved in about 1:00 PM. 

   When the fish finally started to bite,  everything happened at once.  Jon called it "A Chinese fire drill." First a fish on and lost, then another, and finally four lake trout and salmon boated one right after the other.  None were huge, but three were nice eating size, around twenty inches, and one lake trout was an OK size, about 26".  As quickly as the action started it stopped, just as a massive storm approached from the west.  

    We got into the harbor just as the rain started and were happy to have fish in the cooler and be off the lake before it got really wild.  

   What more  could a girl wan on her honeymoon?