September 14, 2018 - Friday evening

72 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Since I'll be riding over to Iron Mountain in the morning with Sargie, I thought I'd better write and get today's pictures uploaded this evening.

Today began on our local lake. More importantly, my first cast produced a nice crappie with good fishing continuing nonstop for the next hour and a half.

I could have qualified for a second Master Angler certificate this morning. A tiny jig was cast and let settle towards the bottom, when, as Dad used to say, "All hell broke loose."

The fifteen inch crappie put up quite a fight, but he eventually grew exhausted and I was able to slip a hand under the fish and lift it into the boat.

Just as with Thursday evening, a basket full of crappies was brought home. The next hour was spent cleaning fish.

The big crappie seemed to favor little bluegills and crayfish. I found both in its stomach.

I traveled to Iron Mountain late this afternoon to meet Sargie after work and go to Hambone's for the evening.

Twister anyone?

Cale, Macrea, and I, worked for a while pulling out stumps of old bushes from in front of the house.



All but one were removed before the tow strap broke for good. I told Macrea I'd stop by in the morning with the Blazer and a long logging chain. We'll get that last stump out yet.



After a supper of delicious chili followed by  quality family time, Sargie and I headed to Pentoga Road. She opens tomorrow and I'll be riding back with her.

I hope to spend most of Saturday in the shop. I'm excited about my current project and am anxious to continue.

The first of the large musk melons were cut open today.

Neighbor Mike is down to the camp and I caught word that his boys were coming to put up firewood. No doubt, I'll end up over there helping supervise.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

I remember back when it used to be "A boy and his dog."