The Legends of FAW•KINN•AE — outdoorlife RSS

 My neighbor, Jeremy, and I were fishing Shagawa’s outlet after dark the other night for walleyes (we did get a few), when Jeremy got a bite.  “Fawkinnae, I got a nice bite,” said Jeremy.  As he was reeling it in, he kept telling me how he couldn’t figure out what kind of  fish it was. Just as he was saying that, it dove into the weeds and planted itself there. We paddled over to it, pulled it out of the weeds and netted it. Being dark, we could hardly even see the net.  Jeremy said, “It looks like a nice bass. Fawkinnae, I told you this was a good spot!” Spotting his glow-in-the-dark jig at the bottom of the net,...

Hey Rob, what's all that white stuff out there, " I screamed over the howling of the wind. "It's snow you idiot", he yelled back. "Since when do we get snow in late May here in Minnesota", I quipped back. Rob was too busy trying to light a fire in our makeshift campsite to even answer back. "Faw-kinn-ae", I said to myself, "This is my last day to bag a spring turkey and I'll be going home empty handed." I hadn't fully prepared for 10 inches of snow. "What bird in his right mind would even come down out of the roost," my turkey hunting partner of 12 years mumbled over a cup of luke warm coffee. It didn't matter....