An Outdoorsman‛s Journal
The Hunt for a Sturgeon
Hello friends, This week I was over in Calumet County near Stockbridge, hunting sturgeon with a bunch of my friends on Lake Winnebago. As you may be aware, I suck at actually harvesting a sturgeon with a spear, but as you are about to read, my friends and I are very good at having lots of fun in our attempt. Friday, Feb. 10 – High 34, low 27 A lot of people in the great white/brown north are concerned about driving their trucks on the ice this winter. Sometimes I am, but this day I was not. I had both the pups, Ruby and Red, along and got on the ice at Calumet County Park. We had a convoy of 11 people and our plan was to cut holes, place shacks and have fun.
Two of my very good friends in this group are Dean Bornemann and his 25-year-old daughter, Hailey. Dean and Hailey are addicted to golden retrievers and have two of Ruby’s pups. Finley is going on 4 and Rudy is Red’s sister, so you could say it was a family reunion. I might add that at 10 months, Rudy is the most impressive-looking golden I have ever seen.
Today, Kevin Bornemann, Dean’s brother, had a sled saw along and he cut four holes about as smoothly as it could be done. I had a chainsaw and cut my own, and after we were done, I neglected the majority of my responsibilities and participated in a social experience with the gang. When they left, I casually began my work, which was outfitting my 13-by-8 Eskimo shack to both live in and spear. I finished my work about two hours after dark, realized I had forgotten most of my food at home and “dined” on a tube of Ritz and a Pabst Blue Ribbon. So, I am sitting in my shack and at about 7:30 an earthquake started on Lake Winnebago, the likes of which I have never seen. In my shack, the spearing hole is the size of a bathtub. The whole shack was moving for two solid hours and my spearing hole had major waves and eruptions. The dogs did not enjoy this show. Saturday, Feb. 11 — High 42, low 29 Even though I know I do not need a spear because I will not see a sturgeon to throw my spear at, I am up long before daylight. I put a 20-by-40-foot tarp over my shack and what would be a major wind began. I have harvested one sturgeon in about 15 years of trying and forgot to buy a tag at least three times. (The purchase must be made by Oct 31. The law should be changed to Jan. 1; more tags would be sold and the money goes to good use.)
So, in our shacks are husband-and-wife couples, families and Bob Javenkoski. These folks are from the Kaukauna area except for Leon and Alicia Duffrin, who are from up by Winter. When 1:00 came it was time to quit looking down a dark hole that is over 17 feet of water and start cooking really good food and perhaps even participate in some tasty beverages. We had bacon-wrapped venison, bear steak and shish kabobs. Not a whole lot of veggies in our diet, but a damn fine feast.
Dean Bornemann is 59, the most athletic adult I have ever met and about as much fun as you can find in one person. Dean is swimming to Alcatraz this summer and doing all kinds of nationally recognized biathlon stuff that normal people avoid.
We had as much fun as about 15 or so people can have on the ice today. Sunday, Feb. 12 – High 48, low 30 My spear does not need sharpening. Red loves looking down the hole. Though we had a couple of neighbors on the ice harvest a sturgeon, our group did not see one. The highlight in my shack for Dean, Hailey and myself was seeing two minnows. Apparently Dean caught some rare virus or something of the sort because as Hailey and I observed him, it appeared he was either going to fall in the hole or have a stroke. We put him in a chair for a long nap and he saw the same amount of sturgeon that the rest of the group saw.
About all I can say about that is, it’s a good thing he wasn’t doing a biathlon today, or the next day for that matter.
We pegged out the fun meter once again! Sunset
