South Dakota, the perfect trip

Some of my outdoor adventures go really well and some do not. This past week, I headed out to the Glacial Lakes area of northeast South Dakota for three days

Thursday, Sept. 12

High 71, Low 52

Here is the scoop: my buddies Paul Bucher and Tony Ficoccelo, who are both from the Cumberland area, and I are being set up by Paul’s good buddy Jason Viessman.

Jason used to live in Rice Lake and is a good friend of Paul’s. Luckily for all of us, Jason moved out to Watertown, S.D., to work in the family trucking business.

Jason several years ago and the guy likes to have fun, and from the get-go he told me that we would wrestle on this trip. The boy has 70 pounds on me and is 15 years a guy a handicap.

First, we arrive at Pickeral Lake Lodge (605-486-4783) which is one very fun and comfortable place to hang your hat.

Second, we meet Jason and his cousin, Cody Hufby, at a lake 50 miles from our lodging.

ponds or marshes that grew into up entire farms, and in some cases, the farmers do not appreci- their pasture.

Third, we are given an incred- true, as we do not exactly have a whole ton of daylight left.

Fourth, the three of us are in a boat and our pals from South Dakota are in another.

tossing jointed Rapalas and jigs with swim baits hooked onto them, we are experiencing the most intense walleye catching action I have ever witnessed in the lower 48 states.

Sixth, we are the only boats on the water and 45 minutes after

Seventh, back at the fort we experience.

Friday, Sept. 13

High 74, Low 44

I just put it together, we had a ton of bad luck today cuz it was Friday the 13th!

Our buddy Tony Fico-something is banging pans and causing the smoke alarms to go off before cooks breakfast.

We head to our lake, well aware that we are gonna limit out real quick. The farmer that owns this land has blocked the landing with a fence that was obviously just put up and was an unpleasant sign.

There is lots of dust and my buddy Paul’s fancy Chevy pickup and extremely pretty brand-new AlumaCraft Competitor, that is powered by a 75-horse Yamaha “tiller,” do not look so good anymore.

We head to a lake where we are told there are large crappie. There is no landing, so we create one. No are using more gasoline than a 747 as we search for another honey hole.

Viessman, we head to a beautiful body of water, that like everywhere else in this area, is surrounded by water and I wanna come back here and duck hunt.

We land the boat in a rather dif- then a long dry spell. Then we and we limit out.

Approaching the landing, we notice that one of the yahoos left the truck window open. I might be the yahoo and there may be a mil-

We eat steaks, then Viessman, Boog and Fico-something get in a wrestling match and I take pictures.

Next, I wrestle my buddy from South Dakota for 15.5 seconds. I am winning and then I am not. We both are injured.

The next day we limited out on walleye and then tried vertical jigging for perch. We found them and limited out, and no one wants to go home.

I want to put a camper on a lake,

I love South Dakota! The end.


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