the Freshwater Fishing Hall of Fame in Hayward. Fran was brave standing in that Musky's mouth all alone while I took the pictures from then ground.
We visited a lot of the same undeveloped spots we normally do but there were a couple new experiences. While on the Namekogan we witnessed a guy either training his hounds for a bear hunt or returning from a hunt. You should have heard the howling. We left there and when coming into Spooner from the north on Hiway K a big black bear loped across the road in front of us. Really something to see and here is the odd part, we saw none in the remote areas but this bear was on the outskirts of town about two city blocks from a school. The schoolyard is fenced with chain link and I wonder if that is why, in case of predatory animals.
Hiway 63 heading toward Hayward also held a surprise. What appeared to be hundreds of railroad oil tank cars were stored on an unused section of track end to end, some obscured by trees and some easily visible. Some of the cars were brand new and some were older. You have to wonder if this is storage of oil in case of an emergency. If they were full it was one heck of a lot of oil.
Beautiful weather and a great trip. We spent the evenings sitting by Crooked Lake enjoying the pine scented breezes.
Ken
