What
a
wonderful
adventure!
Due to
mismanagement
of the
Lodge,
the club
had to
good
fortune
to find
Roy's
Northland
Lodge.
Roy's
is
located
on a
secluded
spot
miles
from the
civilized
world.
Each of
the
clubs
fishing
teams
had its
own
rustique
accomodations.
Each of
the
luxury
cabins
is fully
equipped
with
everything
needed
except
hot
water
and a
shower.
What
an
adventure
to hike
to the
shower
only to
find
deer
ticks on
your
leg.
Where
else
could
you have
the fun
of
dashing
to the
shower
wrapped
in a
towel
while
trying
fend of
a hord
of
mongrel
mosquitoes.
The
throbbing
whelps
only add
to the
adventure.
The
natives
who live
on the
hallowed
banks of
the
pristine
Mateninda
reported
the
sighting
of
prancing
bathers
flitting
from
trail to
trail on
their
way to
the
shower.
There
were
flailing
hands
and arms
fighting
of
pests,
flowing
robes
and
towels
as the
bathers
tried to
outrun
the
bugs,
and
audible
screams
and
yells as
the
bathers
were
bitten
and
stepped
on
pinecones.
As
with
most
adventures,
certain
memories
are
focued
on the
possibility
of
death.
Roy's
provided
ample
opportunities
for risk
of life
and
limb.
One
vivid
memory
has to
do with
the
Bridge
of Doom.
In an
attempt
to
remove
themselves
from the
rest of
the
party, a
certain
group
chose
the
Executive
Suite.
This
elitist
group
had the
prime
location.
Located
on the
point
overlooking
a vast
expanse
of
Mateninda,
they had
multiple
posh
bedrooms,
a large
commons,
fully
equipped
professional
kitchen,
indoor
wildlife,
and
outdoor
facilities
for rest
and
relaxation.
Their
rush to
distance
themselves
from the
rest of
the
party
was
further
sealed
by
access
to the
Executive
Suite.
Other
than
boat,
the
dreaded
Bridge
of Doom
was the
prime
access.
The
Bridge
of Doom
consisted
of a few
old,
rotten
timbers
loosely
attached
to an
escarpment
of an
elevation
of 500'.
The load
rating
on the
Bridge
of Doom
was 50
lbs.
The
management
of Roy's
was
represented
by a
matronally
natured
person
named
Marge.
Marge
appeared
to
survive
on a
liberal
serving
of some
kind of
clear
beverage.
The
adventure
was
heigthened
by the
presence
of
wildlife.
It was
very
common
to have
creatures
visit
our
boats
each
night.
They
were
particularlly
fond of
the
salty
grubs
and
other
baits.
It was
not
unusual
to find
bags
torn
open and
baits
eaten
out the
packages
and off
the
hooks.
What an
exciting
time to
know you
are
living
among
nature.
The
maganificant
cabins
were
decorated
in an
early
outdoors
motif.
Several
innovations
were
designed
into the
accomodations.
For
instance,
while
eating a
food
that
included
a
liquid,
Bran
Flakes,
one did
not have
to tilt
the bowl
to get
the last
bit of
milk.
Due to a
unique
design
feature,
the
floor
was
tilted
and the
milk
collected
on one
side of
the
bowl.
How
neat.
Another
unique
feature
was the
presence
of the
Executive
Suite
squirrel.
How
thoughtful
to
include
indoor
wildlife
for the
enjoyment
of the
group.
Of
course
this was
limited
to the
Executive
Suite
and not
available
in other
cabins,
at least
not that
we knew
at the
time.
All
in all,
Roy's
was an
experience
that
will
live on
in the
minds
and
memories
of the
group.
What a
wonderful
experience
to tell
and
retell
to our
grandchildren
as they
sit on
our deer
tick,
mosquito
bitten
laps.
The
Official Site for the Lake Matinenda
Smallmouth Fishing Club
Duane
loses
his
wallet
and he
is
convinced
it was
over in
Big
Moon. He
won't go
back to
the dock
to look
for it
and
instead
gets
sloppy-ass
drunk to
drown
his
misery.
At about
1am and
12 beers
into the
morn, he
comes
running
into the
chalets
where
the rest
of us
happily
sleep
yelling
and
slamming
doors.
He says
that
while
pissing
in the
yard, a
pack of
wolves
came
running
by and
ran all
around
him in
the
light of
the
moon. He
is asked
politely
to shut
the hell
up and
go to
sleep.
OK,
I don't
want to
be the
only
person
on here
telling
stories,
but i'll
have to
chime in
on this
one.
2004 was
Donald's
first
year and
he
trailered
my boat
to the
lake. We
sat for
hours on
the
bridge
and
rolled
in to
the
chalets
at about
1am. We
got up
bright
and
early to
fish but
had to
get the
boat
ready
after
pulling
it all
the way
to
Canada.
I began
by
cutting
the tape
wrapped
around
my boat
cover
straps
so we
could
get the
cover
off. On
the
second
strap, I
pulled
my new
Gerber
pocket
knife
through
the tape
and
right
across
the
outside
of my
thumb
knuckle.
I
found
this
picture,
I am not
sure who
took it
and why
they
took it.
I am
also not
sure
why, if
we are
fishing
for
smallmouth,
why two
men
would
need to
shore
their
boat.
Also,
what is
in the
had of
the
person
with the
blue
shirt???
