Trying to find water around here is a battle, but you’ve heard me grind away on that subject before. I had wanted to paddle American Horse Lake in spite of it being only 100 acres, as a fish and wildlife officer had told me it was a good place to see wildlife. So I made the 122 mile round-trip to American Horse Lake. I had made several previous efforts to find the lake in the past without success. The sign on the highway just says, “American Horse Lake,” but doesn’t say how many miles it is off the highway, so we’ve driven back into the hinterlands on previous trips until we’ve given up after deciding, “There’s no way it can be out this far.” On this occasion, armed with my DeLorme Atlas & Gazetteer and a determination to get Buddy in the water for the first time, I headed cross-country. Fortunately, I counted the crossroads first on the atlas so I could find the turn, and then counted the roads as I passed them, because, for eleven miles, not a single road was marked with its county route number. Nothing. Once I got to the lake, I was greeted by this.
Still closed from last year.
And then in the process of typing this post the electrical power went out.......f!!%&
A prairie lake full of clams?
Filling this will take awhile. The base of the vegetation
marks the normal shoreline. This would normally
be a nice side-branch of the lake.
Here are the trees that are left when a new lake is flooded. On the
crest of the hill is the boat ramp and landing pier.
There's a lot of scientific theory as to why the sky is blue. The color actually
comes naturally when fishermen drop their rod and reel overboard and
start cursing a blue streak.