MUNSON LAKE

On the birthday of my son Ryen, Tom, Beth, and I went to Lake Munson. It was on the 27th of September. Although it was windy, it was really nice being on the water. As you can see, the trees were beautiful.

Tom was 'helping' Beth fish. When she tired out, he picked up the rod and it just a few casts, captured a three and a half pound bass followed by a four pound bass, (shown). The last picture is of me, totally surprised by the four pound two ounce walleye I had captured. Especially since it was on a pink and purple lure.

Recently we were trying in reenact what fish were caught were. It is sort of a bust listening to the two of us recite cabins.

Was it where that man was swearing because he couldn't get his lift on land? No.

Well, I caught my walleye where the little boy was fishing in the paddle boat and yelled at his Grandpa we had a walleye in the boat.

Was it where the house was resided with plastic logs? No.

Was it where the railroad ties ran vertically and they had all the flowers? No.

Was it the house we thought we would just gravel in the yard. No

Was it were the little white boat house with the green sign was? No

Was it were the concrete embankment was caving in? No.

Was it where that big grey house was for sale? No.

Was it where the man was in the water in waders? Yea, I think so, did he have a white boat house too? Don't remember.

Was it on the sunken islands? No.

Do you think we should go back and take panoramic shots of the shore line? Yes, then we will know where the house with the flag pole is.