I attribute the longevity of our seclusion to the fake MDOT road signs we put up years ago stating: End of Earth- 4 Miles, eight miles north of the access ramp. Its either that or the plethora of rocks nearly the size of your Crusader that dot the offshore area around the wetland fringes!! Now you better recognize the value of fly fishing for carp in Great Lakes coastal marshes in summer!
We did receive a vivid reminder of what waterfowling actually looks like in the U.P., which was served-up by the woman who congratulated Sandy on adding to the ranks of female duck hunters when we were initially launching. Sandy's response? "I really enjoy spending a day in the marsh with family and friends!" The U.P. "sportswoman" amended Sandy's statement with the addition of: "and a twelve-pack of cold beer!" Yes-sir, what better condition to strive for to better enjoy a blood-sport with the added perils of cold water immersion, potential drowning, and other self-inflicted mayhems than slightly or fully "toasted"! Given her husband's former occupation, her comments were dripping with irony...Now, I better appreciate the limited range of a shotgun...!
TDB interior is reorganized and clean(er), dried-out, and ready to go east. Repaired the two damaged decoys and touched-up some nicks and chips Allen picked the crane decoys up to head out to NoDak today with Mike C.