09/03/2026
Hello…day 3 of our wild ricing season. Brenda and I went to the location where we had the 300 pound pick from 5 years back. We got there at 9:05 am, when we noticed a middle aged couple in a canoe, paddling towards our secret location. We didn’t want that, but that’s what happens when you’re a few minutes late. As we were unloading the canoe and getting ready, I could hear the lady, who was the person standing in the rear part of the canoe, with the push pole, trying to navigate through the tall wild rice. Poor lady was having some issues.
When Brenda and I entered the water, this couple were on there way back to the landing. They had given up. We met them, passing just a few feet away. Brenda said good morning, they said the same. They were both smoking a cigarette, they said, you better turn around, you can’t get through there. The bog has it all jammed up. It’s not safe. We wished them well, and continued on.
We made it through, all the way to the secret spot. The rice was golden, ready to fall. We had a good day. We were exhausted, but it always feels like you accomplished something. It also reminds us of jogging, it feels good when you’re done. lol. Thanks for checking in with us, have a good day.
