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.
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