Forrest Lodge,we're all about Outdoor Adventure

So here we are in the middle of January! Wow, what a year we had at Forrest Lodge. The summer that never came until September, the huge walleyes, and what about the gators! And the hunting season when we needed bug dope and SPF30. As I sit in front of this computer and think about last summer I can almost taste the walleye from any particular fish fry. I can also remember the friends that we all made at any particular fish fry. While I stood over the fryer and talked to our friends I recall how everyone had a fish story to tell. It didn’t matter if it was about a certain bait or presentation or a favorite spot or even an event from years gone by at another fishin’ hole, these are the things that cement us all. Any one moment in your life that you can recall and smile about and share is what makes us all brothers and sisters. And what a better way than to go fishin’. Talk about comradery! Someone once said “Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day, teach a man to fish and he will eat for a life time”, or something like that. As we progress through these “economic uncertainties” just remember the cement. When you go to the local Mega Mart think about where that coffee maker was made or where that LCD TV was made or where the produce came from. Now think about where that fishin’ reel was made, or the fishin’ rod, or the tackle. Even the gas that you put in the car that was made from parts from where? When you are at the Mega Mart does the guy behind the counter know where the bite is hot? If not then tell him. Cement. Just something to think about next time you spend a few bucks. Down the road from us are few local bait shops. I can spend hours looking at stuff and another few hours talkin’ about stuff. Cement. I get a mail box full of catalogs. Every body has the best prices or the best deal or the biggest discount. The more you buy the bigger the discount. So I call these guys and start talkin’. Cement. I don’t buy much cuz’ most of the product is made somewhere else. I guess I like to talk. And sometimes it gets me into trouble. The other day I spent about an hour on the phone talkin’ to a friend about about ice fishin’. Cement. If you haven’t hard water fished then you owe it to yourself to go give it a try. Oh, and take your best fishin’ buddy with you. Cement. There is something about fish through the ice that puts the experience and the taste of the fillets in a whole’ nother world. Go to the local pond with your fishin’ buddy, snag a few blue gills, clean em’ up and get them in the fryer while your hands are still numb and savor each bite as though it was your last. Cement.  While the weather outside is frightful, get together with your fishin’ buddy and look at your tangle boxes and talk about fishin’ and stuff and tell stories and jokes and remember….THINK WALLEYE!…..cement.