OK.I'm finally home after 39 days in God's country. 39 was because I did not feel worthy to match or top Jesus's 40 days in the wilderness. Special things were happening as has been alluded to in previous post. An oddity was that masters of the art of fishing could catch no Walleye from the long rock porch after the banshee screams had been heard. It was surprising to the third contingent "Mike Peebles" that klutz Marten could stand there flat footed and reelin Walleyes almost at will. Mike even flipped out of the canoe he was attempting to enter as I was on my way to filling my limit in just a few minutes. I have witnesses.