The lake is 127 acres, six private family cabins on the west shore, about midway of the middle of the cabins is a state campground with enough spaces for three tents, and parking at the public access for four trucks with boat trailers.
The rest of the shoreline is state controlled. Not one island on the lake, 11 feet deep at the deepest. No walleyes, its mainly a panfish lake, with one northern pike, that at its last catching weighed 17 pounds, known as Tank, as we affectionately refer to him. Nobody goes to that lake to pike fish, it’s a crappie lake, and many folks fish it just for that, its truly exceptional.
Now, everybody who catches Tank, takes his picture, counts their fingers before releasing him back, and if you don’t believe in Tank, there’s a sign on the end of the one dock, real easy instructions: Please Release Tank. And so far, that’s been the case.
I never know if Tank is a loner, or could the lake hold more than one tank, the size of Tank I actually saw once, he got caught ice fishing, just wasn’t me to lift him from the hole. And some days when I catch a pike on a different lake, I instantly think of Tank.
--The trout whisperer
