The Rainbow!

Our annual walleye fishing up in Lake Tomahawk yielded much of the same results as the past 4 or 5 years - very few legal walleyes were biting our bait. Never fear! There was plenty of golf, eats, horseshows, campfires and drinks to keep us busy for a week. Always one of the year's highlights. After 20, 22, 24 years (I forget), it's the fellowship that makes this trip. Click on READ MORE! for pics.

Dave & Dad by the campfire.

Drink at Plum Lake after a round of golf.

Uncle Fran's walleye!

Bullshit session in-progress. Left to right:  Dave H, Kent H, Bruce H, Dad and Uncle Fran Ircink. Brother Jas hadn't arrived yet.

A drink and my new Minnetonka flop hat and I bid you, "adieu", until next May.