Glacial Debris

When I think back to my childhood, though Mrs Phos is convinced it is still in full swing, one place leaps to mind almost immediately - Mauthe Lake. Located in the Northern Kettle moraine and once Known as Moon Lake it has been the source of some of my most pleasant memories, whether it be walking the trail, swimming, or flaming barricades, my brother and I always had a great time. Later in life, the lake became our HQ for deer hunting and its proximity to the Fin and Feather restaurant didn’t hurt. Nothing like a cold Leinie’s and a passable prime rib after a day of sitting in the woods freezing your ass off. I think just sharing the time with my brother was worth the trip, we had the time of our lives. Thanksgiving was the best. If we were lucky, the lake was frozen and we could claim abandoned ice fishing holes and try our hand at ice fishing. That never worked out that well, but the trip though the frozen swamp to reach the New Prospect sports store to buy wax worms (and smoke bombs of course) was half the fun. I didn’t mind the cold so much back then. Spring, summer and fall was fishing off the pier, night hikes looking for deer and some mischief, or playing games in the trailer with a few other kids while mixing “suicides” out of various flavors of soda. When I am feeling bad I like to ravel back there in my mind – that is one part of the Great Frozen Nation I do miss.

Gnat's really got his glass on and a new look to boot, turning out some great pieces, and Sugarfoot has some great tips for exploring the wilderness – some I wish I had when we made that trip through t he swamp. Drop by Blogger World Cooking if you get a chance, leave a recipe or take one, but do drop by. In fact, there are many interesting people just a click away. I have the links on the side mostly for my convenience, but feel free to take a different path, never know when you might find a new friend!

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Larry-Bud Melman