Boys weekend in the UP

Took a couple day's extra on a short week and went north to the UP.
This is my regular annual trip to our cabin, where me and my boy meet up with my dad, and brother.

On the way up we stopped at a well loved and memory filled but now vacant farm.















We found morels.















Our morel guide, my cousin, came through big time.



Once at the lake - the BLUEG harvest was on.





Some Big Lake rocks and rock climbing.





This is the boy casting a dry fly upstream to rising trout. Don't know where he picked that habit up from, obviously not inherited.



I netted the one keeper of the dozen or so he hooked.



He ate it.


He also ate the Morels.





These are morel stuffed thai dumplings with plum sauce and my cousin's home brew.


I got out for one evening on the stream fro a couple of hours.
Fished with this fly.



With all of the brown line blog talk I should feel good about catching nothing but these, but, the experience left me hollow.




A flowering Dogwood on the great cyr swamp plain.



This pic speaks for itself.



Last night at camp bonfire.

Bluegs and troots

Memday trip to the cabin.

From last weekend - the boys trip to the U.P.
Yes - its a late recap post from last weekend.
But at least its being posted in the same month.


The seven year old is convinced he knows how to fly cast like a pro and can catch as many bluegs as he wants to prove it to me.


The 85 yr old man stayed at the lake cabin, l to r, the nephew, the dried out husk of his former shell recovering from calihanoichicagoU.P. jetlag, the seven year old, and the bro on the way down to the trout stream


Flinging that spinner on the family bit of the escy river


I can catch troots too...


Tuesday morning hard frost on the dock, after snow monday night


barefootin in the frost

on the road

sunrise

A dog in his element

Showing off the new anti-deer chasing bling.


A little known fact, Brittany's can fly when they want.


Pointing at a sparrow.


Warming up in front of the fire.

The Fourth season from a three season cabin

As long as the wood stove is cranking it stays comfortable.


The stove in the kitchen can be used to cook, this is Italian sausage with sweet red pepper sauce.


Communications have been spotty the last few days. The top of this dead fir has been swinging in the breeze pushing against the cable wire, sometimes its on - sometimes not, not the worst thing in the world.

arnold, mi

green bay

breakfast

@ Pt Washington, exit 100, Mcdonalds