2017 Goals

I had high hopes and expectations for the calendar year of 2017!  I challenged myself with 4 goals knowing full well that if I could fulfill any one of the four I could chalk the year up as a success.  The goals I had for 2017 were:

1. Shoot a Tom Turkey (I was fortunate enough to harvest my first turkey with a jake in 2015, but was still waiting on a big old long beard)

2.  Catch a Muskie over 20 pounds ( Kind of my self imposed "trophy" size fish)

3.  Trap a Bear over 200 pounds (Trapping a bear has been on my bucket list for a long time and after a couple of unsuccessful seasons I wanted to close the deal, but added the 200 number to insure I was still after a good bear)

4.  Shoot a Buck over 200 pounds ( The legendary "Big Buck" club had thus far eluded me)

*Spoiler Alert*

I was successful on three of the four!!!  Stay tuned to see which ones were a home run and where I fell short!

Ice Fishing 2017

The winter hard water expeditions were fun and productive without a huge amount of impressive fish, but there were a few highlights of note. A three pound brookie was icing on the cake on one trip. 

As our group walked towards the bright orange flag pointed to the sky the spool made several promising turns signaling the bait thief was still present. My brother Tony carefully lifted the trap free and set it off to the side of the hole.  The started to make a run and his hand quickly set the hook starting an epic tug of war.  Finally after a minute of so playing the fish he was able to get the fish headed up the hole and with a quick swing he intended to fling the fish free of the watery hole that was it's retreat.  As he did our stomachs sank as the line came free from the fish and it flopped back into the hole.  Tony tried a frantic grab, but it was futile as the fish was quickly headed down.  Completely dejected he sank back and I leaned forward to peer down the hole.  There to my surprise lay the tired fish in the 6 inches of water below the two feet of ice.  Without thinking I shot my arm into the hole and about the time I had my whole arm under water my fingers felt a different texture and I worked to pin the fish against the ice.  Keeping pressure on the fish I slid him up the side of the hole and flung him through the air to put distance between him and the hole.  After a minute it sunk in that the last ditch effort had actually worked and we went to admire the fish.  All 19 inches and 3 pounds of brookie was absolutely beautiful and stunning.  The colors were truly awe inspiring and it dwarfed the rest of fish we had been fortunate enough to land.  It was the perfect cap to a great day!

Here's hoping that 2018 will be filled with big fish!  I have talked to some guys who have shacks out on a couple of the smaller lakes and the smelt are already hitting, so stay tuned, but please use caution as no fish is worth risking your life on thin ice!

Trapping Season 2016

I am working to get the blog caught up and there are lots of exciting stories on tap, as we had a very busy 2017, so check back often!

Aside from the beaver trapping that we undertook, we also tried our hand at some of the lynx exlusion devices as well and while frustrating, it did give us some excitement and experiences. 

One experience that really stood out was a male fisher that I caught in a foothold trap.  At first glance, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary and was just pleased to see the black blur bouncing around.  As I got closer though something seemed odd and then I noticed he was adorned with jewelry as I saw two bright shiny tags in his ears.  After a quick check of the regulations that I could indeed harvest the animal I quickly dispatched it and investigated.  After getting the information, I excitedly contacted the biologist for some information.  After some double checking we finally deduced that it had been tagged about a month before by some federal biologists doing some rabies testing work.  That wasn't that shocking, but when we double checked the locations, my jaw hit the floor as it had been tagged almost 80 miles away.  It was 33 days from the day he was tagged to the day I caught him and 76 miles as the crow flies!  Unbelievable movement for him!