Taking leave

Tomorrow marks the end of our longest-ever continuous stay at Birch Lake, or anywhere in the north for that matter. When we used to vacation here at a rental cottage, we talked often about "sometime" staying two weeks. A one-week vacation just wasn't enough, especially when half the first day was consumed by grocery shopping and assorted errands, and the last full day, Friday, required packing so as to check out of the cottage on schedule at 9 a.m. A week really meant about five full days, and halfway through the week I began feeling blue about having to go home. The trouble was that getting away from my business for two weeks was difficult, and another week also meant $850 more in weekly rent.

So we got away from that $850 by spending a couple hundred thousand to build our own place (smart, huh?). And now we're wrapping up a stay of 15 days. The trick is that my job as a freelance writer is portable. Even up here in the sticks I have access to high-speed Internet; that and a computer and phone are about all I need to do my work. So we come up here and I work a regular schedule on weekdays, usually finding an hour for "opportunity fishing" toward sunset. During this stay I took a four-day weekend, so that made things a little more relaxed. An old friend and wife paid us a weekend visit; the following Saturday my entire family came in for a cookout.

Best of all, the Birch Lake gods turned the fishing switch to ON, after some very poor action all through July. While the walleyes were still not much in evidence (I caught two keepers, which we are holding in the freezer for a fish fry), the smallmouth action was furious. Twenty-inchers were almost routine.

Today, the day before departure, was beautifully overcast and calm, almost ideal fishing conditions. So I broke my highly focused work habits and went out for an hour at lunchtime. Parked above my favorite rock bar soaking sucker minnows, I caught (and released as always) three smallmouths from 16 to 19 inches. This evening I motored away once more to use up the last half-dozen minnows and finished by catching another 19-inch bass. Life is pretty good, I must say.

Tomorrow I work part of the day and then we take off for home in Manitowoc. I'm ready to get back into the routine, but I can't say I've had my fill of the north. How about you? What does it feel like to leave your Northwoods hideaway after a week, or two, or three, and get back to reality, whatever that means for you?

The buzz

I don’t know how things are on your lake, but here on Birch there isn’t much point in fishing except when the light is low, which means overcast skies, very early morning (including pre-dawn) and late evening into full darkness. It’s possible to catch smallmouth bass here in the full light of day, but walleyes are light-sensitive and hard to find in sunlit hours.

So, being too lazy to roust myself at, say, 4 a.m. to take advantage of the early bite, I generally head out on the water just as the sun touches the tops of the pines. Soon the sun is gone and night slowly comes on. Then interesting things happen in the air around me. For one thing, mosquitoes come out, whining in my ears even when I’m fishing the mid-lake rock bar, far from shore. Here a little repellant works wonders.

Other times I see newly hatched mayflies heilcoptering over the water. On a few early June evenings I often found myself surrounded by tiny white midges, which had hatched by the millions. As darkness deepens, bats patrol low over the water; I see their shadows against the surface, which still retains a bit of brightness. Now and the when I cast, a bat will veer sharply toward my airborne bait, having picked it up on its echolocating system. Once as I reeled in a lure, a bat struck my taut monofilament line and for a long moment just hung there like a butterfly mounted on a pin.

Now, in August (and this happened last year, too), as the light fades, my boat’s envelope is invaded by flies that hover in place, a few dozen of them at a time, all around me and just above the level of my cap. Together they create a faint buzz – I hear it if I hold still and listen carefully. They don’t land on or otherwise pester me; they just hang in the air, bodies black, wings a blur. They seem shaped like flying ants, though I doubt that’s what they are, as ants I’ve seen on the wing don’t behave that way at all. What I really should do is capture a couple with my hat or with the little net I use to dip minnows from my bucket, and bring them back to the cabin for examination. The Internet being what it is today, I might even be able to identify them, down as far as order, anyway (likely not genus and species). Have you seen flies like this on your lake?

At any rate, things in the air add interest to night fishing, and that’s nice at times when those creatures below the waterline aren’t interested in what I offer.

The lake in bloom

Last week I began seeing a light-green film on the water beside out pier, and I noticed a drop in clarity. This happened last August, too, and for a week or so it got steadily worse before it finally cleared. What I saw then and am witnessing now is known as an algae bloom. It’s disturbing because such blooms generally are signs of degraded water quality. I console myself that here on Birch Lake they are rare, and not too severe, and don’t last very long. So far, the algae seem concentrated along shore, in the shallowest and most likely warmest water. But there are plenty of algae at the end of my pier where overnight I hang my flow-through bucket of walleye sucker minnows. Does the algae bloom with its tendency to deplete oxygen account for the low vitality of the minnows with which I tried (with some success) to tempt smallmouth bass last evening?

From my observation I do not believe Birch Lake is experiencing what biologists call a harmful algae bloom, characterized by noxious blue-green algae (which actually consist of microorganisms called cyanobacteria). The blue-greens emit toxins that can kill fish, and when present in volume will emit foul odors – which are not present here. Perhaps this is what scientists call a “nuisance” bloom of green algae. And truth be told it isn’t severe enough so that I would consider it a genuine nuisance.

At any rate, algae blooms are caused by an excess of nutrients (notably phosphorus and nitrogen) in the water. Mix in abundant sunlight and hot days (which we have had this summer) and calm, shallow water (such as we have along our shoreline) and conditions are ripe for a bloom. Sources of excess nutrients around a lake like ours can include lawn fertilizers, leaking septic systems, and runoff carried in by the feeder creek. Usually the “limiting nutrient” that determines whether a bloom will occur is phosphorus. Add too much phosphorus and algae will multiply.

Have you seen algae blooms on your lake? If you have, it’s a reminder to do your part to keep nutrients out of the water. That means proper care of your septic system (which includes a periodic inspection as well as pumping on the recommended schedule), being careful with fertilizer (ideally using none or at least making sure what you do use contains no phosphorus), and using nonphosphorus soaps and detergents. It also means resisting the temptation to relieve oneself in the water while swimming.

If just one person does these things it won’t make a lot of difference, but if everyone who lives around a lake does them, that can make a serious dent in nutrient contributions to the water. So we all need to watch our own behaviors, talk to our neighbors about nutrients, and make sure the subject comes up at meetings of our lake friends groups or lake associations. Lake water is supposed to be blue, not green. We can all do our part help keep it blue.

The making of a magnet

Just down the shore from our pier on Birch Lake stood a tall white pine, its roots right at the waterline, its imposing trunk angled over the water at about 30 degrees from the vertical. It helped make great pictures, framed against an orange sunset or puffy cumulus on blue sky. We wondered if it ever would tip into the water -- it seemed to be defying the tug of gravity.

Well, now we have our answer. By early summer, the tree had tipped to about 45 degrees, and as I paddled by in a canoe one day I noticed a large, lengthwise crack at the base of the trunk. Surely it was only a matter of time, and from that day on, when heading out in the fishing boat, I made sure to give the tree a wide berth.

A few weeks ago, the old pine did come down, but not with a spectacular splash. It eased down, like a staccato second-hand on a watch, tick, tick, tick. I was fishing nearby when the tree began its official descent. I'd hear a "crack," and then another, and another, every few minutes, and though I couldn't perceive any motion, I knew gravity was winning the fight. That evening as my wife and I lay in bed, door to the screen porch open, we could hear the periodic cracks. The next morning the tree lay in the water, extending out some 60 or 70 feet from shore.

It was sad to see a venerable pine go down -- one much like it stands right at the foot of our pier, canting ever so slightly toward the water. We wonder if one day it will lose its root-hold on the bank and settle slowly down in the manner of its near neighbor.

There is a plus side, though, to this tree's fall. It lies in what already was a fair walleye hole, just off the edge of a bed of emergent reeds, at a U-shaped dropoff that anglers like to call an inside turn. Snorkeling around the tree, I have seen young-of-the-year smallmouth bass darting amid the twigs and browning needles. Last weekend a friend and I fished slip-bobbers near the tree, and he caught a near-keeper walleye. This bodes well -- the old pine is likely to become a fish magnet on a lake that has relatively few truly productive spots. There's only one drawback: To any angler who knows anything at all, it's about as obvious as a spot can be. So this place just down from our pier is likely to attract many visitors.

That's all right. For one thing, I live right here and so can keep a close eye on the spot. And not far down the way in the other direction lie a couple of submerged brush piles that are great fish concentrators in their own right. And their locations are strictly classified.