Sunday, February 21, 2010
Male eelpouters trying to get girls
They don't appear to be too successful, but they keep trying: free breast exams, free mammograms. . .Not many women seemed to be falling for the line. Too bad guys!
More of the action!
Kent orders cheese curds. They were appropriately and horrifyingly tasty. The BBQ beef sandwich was wonderful. We declined to taste the deep-fried eelpout.
The heart of the eelpout action was at the Big Bear/Gorilla
We had to walk about a quarter-mile to get to the Big Bear, where, we were told, was the center of the celebratory events. It was like a parade. (At least we were told it was the Big Bear, but it actually looks like a gorilla. Maybe it depends on how much you've had to drink!) Snomobiles, trucks, cars, and ever other kind of vehicle you can imagine all drove slowly along. I'll post some of those photos next.
Doug & Steph stroll down the lake path to the heart of the action
Kent heard there were 800 fish houses on this part of Leech Lake yesterday. That's a formula for catching many eelpout.
Eelpout Festival 31
I can't believe we've lived here 22 years, and we've never attended this amazing cultural event. What can I say about it? The point is to catch the biggest eelpout, a creepy, prehistoric creature that wraps itself around your arm when you try to hold it. Our delegation included my husband, Kent, my daughter, Steph, and her husband, Doug. Steph, the animal activist, looked at the flopping eelpout in the huge tank and said, "Poor things." But she has a kinder heart than anyone else attending. The most common response was, "Yuk."
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