Trips - Where We Have Been - Where We Are Going
August visit to Fullers North Branch Outing Club
Ms. Lillian and I visited Fuller's North Branch recently and found a nice place with good fishing. We floated from
Lovell's to Dam four with Tod Fuller. It was a beautiful day and we got into some wild, feisty, LARGE Brook
trout, ate dinner on the river, saw eagles, osprey, heron, and LARGE Brook trout. It was a very good day.
Lovell's to Dam four with Tod Fuller. It was a beautiful day and we got into some wild, feisty, LARGE Brook
trout, ate dinner on the river, saw eagles, osprey, heron, and LARGE Brook trout. It was a very good day.
Suited up in the Swat gear and headed for the
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Dinner on the River. If you look at the water
you can see fish rising.
you can see fish rising.
We were back in Northern Michigan recently looking at property for the move north when Ms. Lillian
escapes the surly bonds of work and retires. Looked at some nice places and are anxiously awaiting
the time when we can depart the Buckeye for gods country. Found some time to fish the Au Sable
Main Stream and North Branch and caught some nice trout. Went up into the Yoop for a day and
touristed around Whitefish Point and Tahquamenon Falls. Nice trip.
escapes the surly bonds of work and retires. Looked at some nice places and are anxiously awaiting
the time when we can depart the Buckeye for gods country. Found some time to fish the Au Sable
Main Stream and North Branch and caught some nice trout. Went up into the Yoop for a day and
touristed around Whitefish Point and Tahquamenon Falls. Nice trip.
Whitefish Bay
KP Lake
Back To Northern Michigan
Tahquamenon Falls
October AFFCCCCFMSPS Trip to the Clear Fork
Some of the Annual Fly Fishing Confab,Convention, Consortium, on the Clear Fork at Mohican State Park Society
(AFFCCCCCFMSPS) got together at the Clear Fork for three days of fishing and fun on 16 Oct.
We went up during the week since that is the most nose picker, and dog free time to be there. Also the big
Halloween festive is coming up so the park will be jammed packed with motor homes and trailers decked out
for Halloween(?) as the weekend nears.
Going to a park and sitting in your motor home watching TV and walking the dog twice a day must be a real
blast - because there are a lot of folks doing it. Got to be a lot better than sitting at home watch TV and
walking the dog twice a day.
A little vent - but considering the weather, there may be some merit to the motor home plan. The first
afternoon was OK and some of us (them) caught fish. However, that evening it began to rain, and it rained all
night and all the next day as we watched the river rise from a nice friendly flow to a roaring torrent. We began
to notice that the little rills and inlet streams around the park were flowing in the wrong direction and the
ground around the camp site became water soaked and muddy. As the quagmire expanded and deepened we
became more concerned and began to look for solutions. As luck would have it we were fortunate enough to
find some old carpet liner from a restoration job going on in the office and liberated a nice piece of it from the
dumpster to lay down in front of the camper door. Since the mud was about ankle deep and moving up that
turned out to be a good thing. As the rains came down and the river rose we drank, smoked, bitched and got
chow from the fast food joints in Loudonville.
It let up enough to get a fire started on the second night, but it turned out that was only a cruel trick as the
rains came back up and sent us to the pizza joint for dinner, where we were lucky enough to meet an aspiring
brain surgeon.
On the third day it cleared up some and we were able to go fishing again but only one guy had enough of a
death wish and insurance to actually go into the water so most of us were trying to roll cast streamers from the
bank. One guy caught a pretty nice brown, otherwise it was good entertainment for the non fishing types that
wandered by. That evening we had a good fire, got some stuff dried up a little, and even saw some stars. This
was good news and lifted our spirits as we had to break camp and pack up the next morning to clear out so
some other lucky campers could have the spot. Tearing down the camp in the rain is never fun.
The following morning we had thunderstorms.
(AFFCCCCCFMSPS) got together at the Clear Fork for three days of fishing and fun on 16 Oct.
We went up during the week since that is the most nose picker, and dog free time to be there. Also the big
Halloween festive is coming up so the park will be jammed packed with motor homes and trailers decked out
for Halloween(?) as the weekend nears.
Going to a park and sitting in your motor home watching TV and walking the dog twice a day must be a real
blast - because there are a lot of folks doing it. Got to be a lot better than sitting at home watch TV and
walking the dog twice a day.
A little vent - but considering the weather, there may be some merit to the motor home plan. The first
afternoon was OK and some of us (them) caught fish. However, that evening it began to rain, and it rained all
night and all the next day as we watched the river rise from a nice friendly flow to a roaring torrent. We began
to notice that the little rills and inlet streams around the park were flowing in the wrong direction and the
ground around the camp site became water soaked and muddy. As the quagmire expanded and deepened we
became more concerned and began to look for solutions. As luck would have it we were fortunate enough to
find some old carpet liner from a restoration job going on in the office and liberated a nice piece of it from the
dumpster to lay down in front of the camper door. Since the mud was about ankle deep and moving up that
turned out to be a good thing. As the rains came down and the river rose we drank, smoked, bitched and got
chow from the fast food joints in Loudonville.
It let up enough to get a fire started on the second night, but it turned out that was only a cruel trick as the
rains came back up and sent us to the pizza joint for dinner, where we were lucky enough to meet an aspiring
brain surgeon.
On the third day it cleared up some and we were able to go fishing again but only one guy had enough of a
death wish and insurance to actually go into the water so most of us were trying to roll cast streamers from the
bank. One guy caught a pretty nice brown, otherwise it was good entertainment for the non fishing types that
wandered by. That evening we had a good fire, got some stuff dried up a little, and even saw some stars. This
was good news and lifted our spirits as we had to break camp and pack up the next morning to clear out so
some other lucky campers could have the spot. Tearing down the camp in the rain is never fun.
The following morning we had thunderstorms.
It will be a while before the heavy stuff gets here.
The Apache Palace and out buildings
One of the drier moments
1975 Apache. Leaks likes a sieve. Without the tarps its
a mobile swimming hole. We like to call it home, and
some other names too.
a mobile swimming hole. We like to call it home, and
some other names too.
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