When the whistle blows I'm out the door for what will be an all-night drive to somewhere way up north in the land of tukes (sp?) and a host of Kentucky Fried Chicken places still reeling from the last time Kribbs was up there. That will put us at the lake shore where a 13.5 mile long boat ride will take us to the wall tent where we will spend the next week in search of black bear in the evenings, fishing walleye at night, and northerns during the morning.

To say I am excited for my first bear hunt is a big understatement!