An Outdoorsman’s Journal By: Mark Walters Sevens Days of Living Large Hello Friends, I always write 2 columns on my Canadian fly-in fishing trip with Chimo Lodge and Outposts because with travel it is a 9-day experience. In a years’ time for this outdoor adventures writer, this 7 days of 100% escape is as good as it gets. The Walters brothers Mark, Mike and Tom have been flying into Schultz Lake since 1982. Tom Walters is the head cook at our shore lunches. I am with 8 friends and family members. It is day 6 of this journey and simply put we are having a blast. A story that I do not mention often is that whether it is the big buck bet at camp, the big gator or walleye bet in Canada or even playing simple games, no one in this group wants me to win, especially my brother Mike. Seems I won too many of these games and I am like the Chicago Bears to a Packers fan, not fully appreciated! I love giving each of these guys crapola and that is why they want me to suck. At night we play games and last night I learned a new dice game which is called Left/Right/Center. I had ended up having a tie breaker with my brother “Mikey” and that meant everyone got to play another round. I won the second round as well and that really got the Boo Birds out! Today all 9 of us met in the middle of the afternoon on this incredible chain of lakes that you can only get to by float plane and we are the only cabin. We had a shore lunch and forever it is pretty much the same. I fillet, Trent fillets and my brother Tom cooks walleye that were swimming minutes earlier. We fly back to the real world, Red Lake, on Saturday morning and everyone is well aware that Thursday is our last day to absolutely let your hair down and cast all cares away. When you do an annual trip since 1982 with the same people plus a couple of “every other year people” you are filled with thousands of memories. I often think about when I was in my early 20s and it was my brothers, my dad, my brother-in-law Dick Schuster and our buddy Jeff Moll. We were just young men and had more energy than a horse. The second adventurer here, my brother Tom, decided we needed to become bear hunters, which would be our bear hunt which was the definition of “self-guided”. We whacked a good bear as the suckers were spawning, and we set up near a stream. That was a learning experience as the bear were so smart that they would scoop dozens of suckers out of the stream and just eat the spawn, saving the rest of the fish for later. At that time, our cabin had a hand pump for water (what is now the gas house), and everyone wrote their name and where they came from on the wall. Our names from ‘82 are still on the wall. I added my daughter Selina to the mix when she was 8 and she became a contest winner right away and netted what to date was our biggest walleye in our history. That fish actually pulled our boat around for 5 minutes. My brother Tom lives near Denham Springs, Louisiana and each year one of his 4 grandsons makes the very long adventure. Grandpa pays for the entire trip. My brother-in-law Dick Schuster is a regular and his boys Riley and Trent who “really do not want me to win any bets” are now leaders on this expedition as in figuring out the food purchases and regular drivers with their own vehicles which is an important task. I remember very well when these kids could not catch a cold much less regularly land big walleye and northern pike. These days if I have not had much sleep and am living in “don’t caresville” they have at least a slim chance of maybe beating me in a daily bet for walleye or gator. Another subject that happens to every group is men and women aging out. Six of our guys are 64 or older and the clock is ticking, just like deer camp! The positive reality is that this journey is an annual way of life that is so successful that every one of us will fight tooth and nail to make the trip north, get on that plane, fish hard, stay up very late and laugh the day away until we simply cannot do it! I’m sure that before I croak Mikey and company will be rooting for me to win the big fish contest and cheer loudly when I win Left/Right/Center, and that my friends is how I roll! Sunset The ticket to paradise. AWARD WINNER CHEVROLET 171234 Klemme Sales Inc. 125-129 Second Ave., Stratford, WI 54484 ph: 715-687-4511 • fax: 715-687-4507 715-223-2777 93304_2 328 www.smithbrosmeats.com Hwy. 13 South • Colby, WI 54421 An Outdoorsman’s Journal By: Mark Walters Sevens Days of Living Large Hello Friends, I always write 2 columns on my Canadian fly-in fishing trip with Chimo Lodge and Outposts because with travel it is a 9-day experience. In a years’ time for this outdoor adventures writer, this 7 days of 100% escape is as good as it gets. The Walters brothers Mark, Mike and Tom have been flying into Schultz Lake since 1982. Tom Walters is the head cook at our shore lunches. I am with 8 friends and family members. It is day 6 of this journey and simply put we are having a blast. A story that I do not mention often is that whether it is the big buck bet at camp, the big gator or walleye bet in Canada or even playing simple games, no one in this group wants me to win, especially my brother Mike. Seems I won too many of these games and I am like the Chicago Bears to a Packers fan, not fully appreciated! I love giving each of these guys crapola and that is why they want me to suck. At night we play games and last night I learned a new dice game which is called Left/Right/Center. I had ended up having a tie breaker with my brother “Mikey” and that meant everyone got to play another round. I won the second round as well and that really got the Boo Birds out! Today all 9 of us met in the middle of the afternoon on this incredible chain of lakes that you can only get to by float plane and we are the only cabin. We had a shore lunch and forever it is pretty much the same. I fillet, Trent fillets and my brother Tom cooks walleye that were swimming minutes earlier. We fly back to the real world, Red Lake, on Saturday morning and everyone is well aware that Thursday is our last day to absolutely let your hair down and cast all cares away. When you do an annual trip since 1982 with the same people plus a couple of “every other year people” you are filled with thousands of memories. I often think about when I was in my early 20s and it was my brothers, my dad, my brother-in-law Dick Schuster and our buddy Jeff Moll. We were just young men and had more energy than a horse. The second adventurer here, my brother Tom, decided we needed to become bear hunters, which would be our bear hunt which was the definition of “self-guided”. We whacked a good bear as the suckers were spawning, and we set up near a stream. That was a learning experience as the bear were so smart that they would scoop dozens of suckers out of the stream and just eat the spawn, saving the rest of the fish for later. At that time, our cabin had a hand pump for water (what is now the gas house), and everyone wrote their name and where they came from on the wall. Our names from ‘82 are still on the wall. I added my daughter Selina to the mix when she was 8 and she became a contest winner right away and netted what to date was our biggest walleye in our history. That fish actually pulled our boat around for 5 minutes. My brother Tom lives near Denham Springs, Louisiana and each year one of his 4 grandsons makes the very long adventure. Grandpa pays for the entire trip. My brother-in-law Dick Schuster is a regular and his boys Riley and Trent who “really do not want me to win any bets” are now leaders on this expedition as in figuring out the food purchases and regular drivers with their own vehicles which is an important task. I remember very well when these kids could not catch a cold much less regularly land big walleye and northern pike. These days if I have not had much sleep and am living in “don’t caresville” they have at least a slim chance of maybe beating me in a daily bet for walleye or gator. Another subject that happens to every group is men and women aging out. Six of our guys are 64 or older and the clock is ticking, just like deer camp! The positive reality is that this journey is an annual way of life that is so successful that every one of us will fight tooth and nail to make the trip north, get on that plane, fish hard, stay up very late and laugh the day away until we simply cannot do it! I’m sure that before I croak Mikey and company will be rooting for me to win the big fish contest and cheer loudly when I win Left/Right/Center, and that my friends is how I roll! Sunset The ticket to paradise. AWARD WINNER CHEVROLET 171234 Klemme Sales Inc. 125-129 Second Ave., Stratford, WI 54484 ph: 715-687-4511 • fax: 715-687-4507 715-223-2777 93304_2 328 www.smithbrosmeats.com Hwy. 13 South • Colby, WI 54421
Medford’s pack of Will Daniels (1266), Jordan Lavin (1268), Peyton Ried (1271) and Evan Pagel (1269) sticks close together during the boys race at Friday’s WIAA Division 2 sectional meet in Merrill. The Raiders placed seventh in the team standings. BRETT LABORE/THE LAKELAND TIMES
Rib Lake’s Coralee Glenzer and Madelyn Anderson go for the block on Winter’s Kaydance Granica during the opening set in Saturday’s WIAA Division 5 regional final, won by the Redmen in a 3-0 sweep. MATT FREY/THE STAR NEWS
Rib Lake’s Camryn Glenzer and Avery Niemi both are ready to make the pass during set one of Saturday’s WIAA Division 5 regional final win over Winter. The Redmen will host rival Prentice in a sectional semifinal match tonight, Thursday. MATT FREY/THE STAR NEWS
Gilman’s Tony Syryczuk finishes off a first-half tackle on Owen-Withee’s Talon Mueller during the Pirates’ 55-8 WIAA Level 2 playoff win over the Blackhawks Friday. Along with seven tackles, Syryczuk carried the football 10 times for 119 yards and two touchdowns in the win. MANDEE ELLIS/THE STAR NEWS
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