Readers know that I like to hunt on the northern end of Lake Winnipegosis in the first week of October. Having just returned from a 2-week trip to Europe, I couldn't really do another week so soon. Thus Gwynnie and some other Maggie's Farm pals are up there without me.
Here's the old private duck hunting club where we stay. It's an old log structure with rough clapboard covering. Open only 6 weeks per year. Females not allowed except for the cook and housekeeper. It's 13 miles from the nearest "town," which consists of a tiny old general store (duct tape, chewing gum, cigarettes, batteries, work gloves, wool hats, rope, Coco Puffs, milk), a liquor store, and a gas station, all on one dirt parking area. Mostly Indians up there, and some Ukrainian farmers.
One of the equipment shacks - a 100 year-old log cabin:
More photos of the fine old club below:
The fireplace in the great room:
One of my buddies putting out decoys:
The decoy shack:
A morning field hunt for Canada Geese. Some mornings we'll go for Snows - no real limits - and that's when you really go through the ammo. We improvise blinds out of the hay bales:
Yankee retrieving:
Early morning on the dock:
Evening on the lake:
The famous Maid of the Marsh, whose photo graces the great room:
