Hi Musky Mauler,

That brings back some memories. My wife and I shot pool once with Earl and Elsie until 3 or 4 in the morning. I even tended bar for him one time when he came back from guiding and wasn't feeling well. He asked me to step in and went to bed. Elsie couldn't believe I was back there. She said "nobody gets behind Earl's bar".

I also wonder how many others besides him carried guns back then when musky fishing. My dad and I were fishing near the Pink rock one night about 1960 or '61. It was almost dark when another boat on the other side of the island (we couldn't even see them it was so dark) hooked into a big musky. It ended up sounding like Wyatt Earp at the OK Corral. Those were indeed some interesting and fantastic times

I must admit, I've done some crazy things, but I never fished while standing on a log jam!