Last week I mentioned near the close of my column that I was going down to the Pere Marquette River to fish for a while. Well, I did that, and guess what? I had some “reel” action! Parking my vehicle, I wandered downstream a ways. And low and behold, a huge trout broke water near the other bank of the stream.
Last weekend I drove up to the hamlet of Baldwin. I was prepared to fish for some trout in the Pere Marquette River, but a wrong turn in town altered that, almost with a startling swiftness. Pulling out of a gas station I turned west rather than east, and suddenly I was looking at the empty spot where my old high school used to be.
Last weekend the wife and I went on a short trip north. We were just going for a short ride to begin with, but then suddenly found ourselves up north of Baldwin and in the old cabin area. So we decided to take the back roads and old trails to the cabin, and oh brother, have things changed in a hurry.
Although the fall seasons aren’t quite here as yet, now is still a good time to scout for small game, turkeys and yes, even deer. The other advantage is that hiking about will be good for one’s health, and should you own a hunting dog it will be thankful for a romp in the woods or fields as well.
Several weeks ago I wrote about an experience I had while fighting fires for the U.S Forest Service. Now, I’ll follow that up with another experience that followed a year later. One day during a noon break, I was looking over an old Lake County map at Forest Service headquarters when I discovered a small lake up in the northwest corner of the county. It was a very small lake, and it appeared that there were no roads leading to its location.
I worked for the U.S. Forest Service for two summers while still in high school. I, along with several other young men who were actually only boys at the time, was hired by the Baldwin, Michigan ranger station. Our primary duty was to fight forest fires within the Manistee National Forest, and we were on duty that Fourth of July. The daily temperature was in the 90’s and forest fires were rampant throughout the dry woods.
According to the Department of Natural Resources (DNR) and other reports, bears are really active in and around our area now. Just the other day a mother black bear was killed by a vehicle near here, and she orphaned three cubs. Now, one cub is quite normal, two happens often, but three is a tad different.
The bass season is beginning to jump all over my thoughts as good fishing awaits. And although I don’t get in as much lake fishing as I’d like, I still get on the water when I can. But most of all I can still recall some of the great times I’ve had in past years. One thing stamped in my memory is time spent fishing with my old buddy Sam. Oh, we still get together to fish on occasion, but I guess its the old times that jog my memory.
I was fishing one of my favorites spots this past week when a sheriff’s patrol car pulled up nearby and an officer stepped up to ask if I had a license. They can do that, you know. It doesn’t always have to be a conservation officer that asks a fisherman for his license.
Yes, I was going to write about my useless turkey hunt today, but my family changed all that by reminding me that they’re anxious to go camping. So here I am, thinking about when and where to camp, and even what to take and so on.