Bass Lake

Recently we went for a drive, one of my favorite drives is to make a large circle and go by Shell Lake and Bass Lake.

Shell Lake only had a few fish houses.

Bass Lake had quite a few houses out. We visited with three young lads at the Bass Lake Public Access..they were sledding. One was using his sled like a surfboard, it was fun to watch. They asked us what we were up to..I told them I just wanted to take some photos of the Fish Houses. I asked them if they were afraid of dogs, they weren’t so Chance was allowed out to meet them.

My Dad used to have his Fish House out on Bass Lake. My brother and I would tag along. We sometimes would visit with other people on the lake.

One day in about 1966 or 1967 Jody K. came along and he and I took off on his snowmobile. We were friends even though we went to different High Schools, we used to go sledding at his house in the winter. Bass Lake is known to be a really deep lake, back then it had a kind of mystique about it someone had drowned there in the summer and their body was never found. To a teenager that is really a horrible thought. Not that you would die, but that your body would never be found. Anyway Jody and I are cruising along, we began to go slower and slower, the part of the lake that we are on has flooded with water. During warmer weather the snow will weigh down the ice and then water comes up between the ice and snow. You cannot always tell an area that has been flooded..it just looks normal. We are at a standstill, we hop off of the snowmobile and we both push while Jody accelerates..It is so cold. The water fills your boots and seeps into your clothing and weighs you down. It is hard to walk..your feet are on the layer of ice now covered with two to three feet of water. Jody is pretty calm he says "Push, push hard..we will make it out." All I could think about was falling into a hole in the ice..but I kept trudging along and we eventually made it out of the flooded area..what a relief. We headed back to my Dads Fish House and he immediately took me home. I have never been so cold in my entire life. Jody had a short trip by snowmobile back to his home, we called to make sure he made it back alright. What started out as a quiet afternoon of fishing, became quite an adventure:)

 

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2 Responses to Bass Lake

  1. PrairieWoman says:

    If that had happened to me, I would have never went out on the ice again. You must have been very scared besides being cold.

  2. TechnoBabe says:

    You had a good dad.