I had a brain fart.  How about we have a little fun telling lies/fibs, tall tales, call them what you want.  Might be fun.  I was inspired by the reports of mosquito swarms of biblical proportions in OPP as reported by Jimbo, dd, magic, etc. (not to mention the Burlington Liars Club).  Doesn't have to be original and some of them may be old but that's OK. 

I'll start with a mosquito one.   

Once while paddling in northern WI I saw two huge mosquitos hoovering over me.  One said to the other, "should we eat him here or take him back into the marsh" to which the other one replied...."no let's eat him here, if we take him back in the marsh the big ones will get him".

Magicpaddler wrote on Apr 3^rd, 2019 at 8:06am:


Yikes, not that!!!

Makes me mindful of a line from the movie just out based upon Stephen King's book, "Pet Sematary" : "Some things are better left buried!"

I wrote that tale from a "pre-cog vision", as I recall.  I wonder what I was drinking at the time?  Hey, maybe it would stimulate some pre-cog visions for THIS year's trips?

Nah, and you can trust me on this: FACT is almost always stranger than fiction!

Almost always.

Still, I like mpeebles QJ challenge.  Might be interesting to see what turns up....

Jimbo 

mp...funny stuff!

I have a fillet knife that's so sharp its shadow cut a 20 inch walleye clean in half.

o s......I believe you're spot on!

Back in '09 four of us headed into WCPP through the Lund Lake access. The portages had not been rerouted to higher ground yet. The rain of '08 kept on through '09. We almost lost Jim on the first one. Fortunately John saw his hat where he sank under the surface and spotted fingers of an uplifted hand in the nick of time. The pouring rain helped with the clean-up. After that close call life jackets were mandatory on every portage.

It was an odd group with most only familiar with one of the others. The plan was to find a new route to the Walleyes of Joey Lake. It soon became apparent that some had not read beyond  "Walleye." The part about having to find our way there through various small lakes streams and swamps escaped attention. This became evident when I told them to take the day off on Indian House while I spent the day looking for a way through the next leg. Jaws dropped and murmurs of " you mean there are no portages" could be discerned. It had been so cold and wet that the Blackflies were still covering us and crawling in every opening. I kept mentioning Joey Lake and all the Walleye but the cold day we spent swatting and wading chest deep up a stream so twisty we had to pull the canoes across the corners increased the murmurs. They should have been happy the flood conditions had the stream near the top of the banks. It was a somber camp that night as the best we could find was rocky and black with insects. The murmurs now started mentioning "mutiny."

Magicpaddler wrote on Apr 5^th, 2019 at 7:11am:



We did a layover day in the Blackfly Camp, we had not noticed the flowing swamp on the back edge. Looking back I feel all our eyes may have been nearly swollen shut. My rest day was spent clearing an old trapper's trail so we could at least clamber over the fallen trees. A bottomless bog mid-way was passable until the brush I laid down was pushed thigh deep into the ooze. One more bushwhack after the trappers trail and we arrived on Joey Lake. Eight buggy and dreary days and not one Walleye was caught that afternoon. Every time I approached the group huddled out of the blowing wind and rain they fell silent.