Archive for October, 2009

The Poplar Lake Monster

Posted by MNAngler On October - 31 - 20091 COMMENT

[In honor of Halloween, I thought you might like to hear about a story among our family of a legend on the Gunflint Trail.] Once upon a time, not so long ago, there was a young fisherman who caught his very first walleye in Poplar Lake. He was very excited, but he caught it late in the evening and by the time he got back, it was too dark to clean it. He left it on a stringer tied to the dock. The next morning, at about 7am, he and his father-in-law decided to go fishing again. As the two walked... (more...)

Review: Fitovers Sunglasses

Posted by MNAngler On October - 20 - 20091 COMMENT
Review: Fitovers Sunglasses

When I was a teenager, I always wore those black ray-ban like sunglasses, but the cheap versions because I always misplaced them. I could never understand my peers who bought $200 brand names. In college, I discovered I needed prescription glasses, so I haven’t been able to wear those cheap sunglasses since. I couldn’t wear them with my glasses and I wasn’t allowed to drive without my prescription, so I have either had prescription sunglasses, or clip-ons. Prescription sunglasses... (more...)

Kayakers Beat the Motors

Posted by MNAngler On October - 11 - 2009ADD COMMENTS

I was just recently turned on to kayak angling as a subculture, due to my interest in the Hobie Mirage Pro Angler. While there are pro fishing competitions where all the competitors are in kayaks, how well do you think they would do in a competition against 250 HP bass boats? Three buddies found out. Keith Gelhar, a fishing guide in Wisconsin, convinced the Great Lakes Sport Fisherman Club to let he and his friends compete in the club’s fish-in tournament. Three kayaks would be considered... (more...)

Not A Single Nibble

Posted by MNAngler On October - 4 - 2009ADD COMMENTS

Date: 10/4/2009 Time: 1:45pm-4:45pm Body of water: Lake Owasso Location: Shoreview, MN Weather Conditions: overcast I was coming home from an errand run Saturday afternoon when I saw my fishing buddy, Mark, on the phone in his driveway. He had put a hole in the lower unit of his boat a few weeks ago and I wanted to see whether it had been fixed, but didn’t want to interrupt his call. So I parked the car and got a call from my wife. As I walked to my front door, I saw Mark standing there... (more...)