Wet Dream with erect pole under the covers.

See previous post.

Not dark

No fish. Camp cleanup underway.

A bonfire for the road.

Seriously seriously dark

In fact I think I am beginning to see the first light of dawn.

I mean its really dark.

Its getting dark

Time for the final assault

Ok this is really it ...

The last of the pig.

I guess I have not been to Sawyer for a while.

I'd never seen this memorial and display of the planes that used to fly out of here. Pretty cool.

Even after 3 weeks without a club in my hand...

I can still play bad golf with the worst of them.

Bringing it home on 18

Just playing the back

For the par 3 11th hole I'll be using deet off the tee

Something different this morning

Grilling up something quick for dinner

Having a bud with my homies at the Gwinn Inn

Also note ...

I have moved the stern line from the port aft gunwale cleat under the cover to the tie ring at the stern. Boat movement caused the stern line to lift the cover off the corner of the boat. See previous "problem" post. Same potential problem is on the bow line if secured to the cleat under the cover rather than the bow ring. But ... It does not seem as bad, the cover stayed put last night. I am leaving the bow line alone.

Temporary Yooper solution.

I have placed the unused dock pole under the cover to act as a tent pole and hopefully keep the water from pooling. Otts should work on a better solution next visit.

The problem.

Water pools in the cover, pulling the cover off the corners, ultimately making The Dream quite wet indeed, and potentially turning it into Titanic II.

Papa's tuna plate special for lunch

Trying the lucky stupid hat

The lake is not like glass.

This is how I spend my time when it is raining.

Live Free. Die Hard.

Finally got some rain...

But we had to launch rockets into the clouds before they would open up.

Salt in waterboss was low.

Reloaded. Partial bag in shed. Enough for one more reload. Not enough for summer.

Installing remaining bases.

Pre-dawn

My siblings don't know sh*t.

No fish.

Heading out for a sunset fishing expedition.

As per sibling recommendations.

Yum.

No fish dinner but ...

Having worked up an appetite rowing across the lake, grilled brats hit the spot.

Papa says: 'Mike needs the exercise.'

We are fishing for his daddy.

New battery

Note the red dot that says 04/07.
That would be the new battery.

No donuts.

Nothing but blue skies

The Man at his post.

Cool and gray and windy...

... and looking and feeling and smelling like rain.
... and radar says it is raining.

But it is not actually raining.

A bit chilly tonight

Lit our first fire since the reinforcements left, just to keep things nice and comfy tonight. And a little something to settle my jangled nerves after the debate.

Live blogging the debate

Believe it or not, Charter did not include CNN or the debate with basic cable, but I was still able to pick up a video feed off the CNN website. Result here.

As requested...

May, 2007
May, 2004

For comparison, note the knot on the buried log in the lower right of both pictures, to compare the 2007 low water picture (top) to the 2004 high water picture (bottom). Also recall that (thanks to the industrious efforts of M0), the firepit has moved from the right side of said log to the left of the log over the intervening three years.

Warm and misty

They're baaaack.

12 ducklings is the current count. We don't expect the count to stay there.

Bar poché au champagne

Yes, we are tired of fried fish. The bass filets were prepared with a variation of this recipe, found on the web.

Bass poached in Champagne

and served with a Champagne Cream sauce.

INGREDIENTS:

• 4 sea bass filets, about 8 ounces each
• 1 carrot, cut into rounds
• 1 medium onion, cut into quarters
• 1-2/3 cup crème fraîche
• 3 cups Champagne
• 1 parlsey bouquet
• 1 bay leaf
• fresh thyme

PREPARATION:

1. Place the fish in one layer in a sauteuse pan, or other pan that can hold all the liquid on top of the stove. Add the carrot pieces, onion quarters parsley, thyme and bay leaf.

2. Pour in the Champagne along with 1-1/4 cups of water.

3. Gently bring it almost to the boiling point, frequently basting the fish. Just before it reaches the boiling point, lower the heat, and poach the fish for about 20 minutes.

4. Remove the fish to a warmed platter, cover and keep warm.

5. Filter the poaching liquid and pour into a saucepan. Bring to a boil and reduce to 1 cup.

6. Lower the heat, add the crème fraîche, whisking constantly. Whisk in the butter, by small pieces, until thick.

To serve:Arrange fish on warmed serving platter and cover lightly with the sauce. Pass the rest of the sauce in a separate sauce boat.

Accompanied by garlic rice and a tomato onion salad.It was surprisingly good for a first effort under trying conditions.

Yesterday's catch.

We had more strikes, and a couple of close calls, but were unable to add to yesterday's catch. One 14" and the other 14.25", and about to become filets when this picture was taken. Then into town to visit Auntie Ann. we had a fun chat, it was really great to see her.

Then back in time to prepare a bass dinner.

NOTE:My cell phone camera wireless updates stopped working yesterday. Until I get it figured out, updates will likely be in the evening. Since I now have to update from the camera to the computer first, I might as well use the real camera and get a bit more quality in the pics.

Turf War!

It started this morning with Dad, sitting at his post, in the easy chair by the window, watching the bay. He spots a ripple in the water near the dock and says "there is something big out there". He sprints down to the dock, spinner rod in hand, and within two or three casts landed a keeper bass on a hook and a purple worm. Spotting another ripple, he moved to the sand spit (now an expansive beach) near the Price's, and soon landed another 14 incher. Later in the day, interlopers moved into the prime bass bed turf right off the dock.

Despite the exhaustion from landing two big bass earlier in the day, Papa leaps to the defense of our new extended perimeter, running back to the dock, brandishing his weapon of choice.

With a few well placed casts, the interlopers are repelled.

Whiteout this morning.

Skeeters running wild. Three bites while taking this pic.