Saturday, August 26, 2017

Kayak Bushwhack Camping Trip

   Every year, for the past few years I go on a primitive camping trip with a good childhood friend J.D.who recently returned to back to the area after a long stint in the military. We re-connected and found we shared a lot of similar interests when it comes to our outdoors pursuits. He is the only close friend of mine that will partake in what we termed as our "survival" trips. These trips always include bushwhacking for a camp site, and two primary objectives. The first objective is we try to secure as much foraged or caught food as we can and the second one is to test our woodsman-ship and bushcraft skills. Naturally, we also end up field testing any new gear we may have bought since the last season.

   Over the course of the winter months we usually try and brain storm ideas of where we will camp during the upcoming summer season. Some trips are solely ground based hikes from one destination to camp at to another, and some are water based where we take our kayaks and camp and paddle. This year was an amphibious kayak camp. Our destination was to be Moosehead Lake located in the Ottawa National Forest in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. This particular lake is located on the border with northern Wisconsin and actually has a channel that connects to sister lake on the Wisconsin side. I have camped at the Forest Service campgrounds before on the Michigan side and have fished the lake numerous times in early and late spring over the years. This time camping would be different and we would go blindly in to find a suitable spot along the shore line and bushwhack into the forest. Many lakes in the Upper Peninsula present challenges for this type of camping because they can be surrounded by large swaths of bog, thick swamps or a combination of both for some distance before you reach any practical area to set up a camp. This lake was edged by about 70% swampy lowlands and the other 30% was fast elevating hill side.

Upon arriving at our destination we decided to paddle around the lake to scout a suitable landing spot that might offer access to an adequate camp site. With the kayaks unloaded from the rig and packed up with gear, we pushed off to start the journey.




Of course, soon after we hit the water it started to rain. It was raining off and on all day. We knew it was going to be a soaker going in to the trip, but the forecast actually improved for us. After the short perimeter recon we settled on this pine knob as possible camp site. It was a stand of red pine that towered about 100 feet above the lake and it should offer good drainage as it normally grows in loamy soil.



As we got closer we discovered a beaver lodge and some beaver slides. The slides would afford us access points to land the kayaks.

That "hole" in the shoreline was our landing port.




The beaver's lodge was small and the creature was starting to amass it's winter cache of branches. They cut limbs and pile them around the lodge for future use. As they lake freezes over and winter sets in the beaver just makes short forays out of the lodge to feed on the bark of all the stashed sticks from under the ice. Judging by the amount of branches I hope this beaver gathers a lot more or it will not make it through the winter. I'm guessing it was a young one that may have recently struck out and established it's own territory.

  We landed on the shore and surveyed the area. The woods rose up from the shore line almost instantly and we hiked up the hill to see what the pine knob had to offer. After a short look around we decided on a decent spot atop the pine grove and started making camp. A down pour ensued. Setting camp up in a torrent is always fun. It seems every time J.D. and I go on these trips, we get hit by some kind of nasty weather phenomenon. Last year we were hit by a massive, fast moving daytime storm that took us by surprise with it's ferocity. It produced 60 MPH winds, hail, sideways rain and enough lightning activity to give Zeus an inferiority complex.  All in all it was an exciting storm to be caught in when all you had was a tarp for shelter. We loved every minute of it.

  This time it was just your run of the mill straight downpour soaker that hardly produced a grumble up in the sky. Earlier this summer, J.D.  and I did a camping/fishing trip on a local flowage and we got caught in downpour just as I finished cooking a shore lunch fish fry fit for king. We had to retreat to the cover of our hammock tarps and gulp down what ended up being very soggy fillets, water logged spuds and baked beans that could float off your plate. It was then that we had an epiphany and decided that having a secondary tarp shelter for eating or taking refuge in would't be a bad idea, so J.D. set up a stand alone tarp for us and our gear for this year's trip.



  The rain ensued and eventually we got camp situated. I spent more time than I'd have liked messing with a new bug net system for my hammock set up and trying to get everything else rigged and suspended off the ground with out it getting soaked.

It was a good looking camp.





After home was made, fire was the next item on the agenda. We both relish making fire under adverse conditions and one of the objectives of these trips is to make things difficult to test skills, mental attitude and gear. So being able to make fire in less than ideal circumstances is always a bonus. The rain had stopped and it started to lighten up as we began to scour around for burning material. Every thing was saturated so larger pieces of dead standing timber would need to be taken down and processed to the core in hopes of providing some dry wood and tinder. I found a dead standing pine that was home to a carpenter ant nest and my hatchet made short work of it. Inside was just what I was hoping for. Some thin, dry innards courtesy of the ants handy work.


  J.D. bucked up some maple and had hauled back to camp. I started splitting it up to different sizes.



We made a fire lay to keep the tinder source off the wet earth and I took out some yellow birch bark from my tinder pouch that always lives in my pack. The bark makes an excellent tinder nest for any method of fire starting and doesn't need much processing, if any, to catch a spark or coal. White birch on the other hand may need some processing if one is to use a coal, ember, spark or other primitive method of ignition. The next sequence shows J.D. trying his hand at making fire via real flint and steel with a kit I gifted him a while back. This can be quite difficult to do with such high humidity levels as there were that evening.




Where there is smoke...

...There is fire!
As we settled in around the fire we heard a snapping sound that we couldn't immediately identify, nor pinpoint where it was coming from. The sound intensified and at first we thought it was an animal of some sorts running into the camp. At full alert we started looking looking around when more cracking noises began and it was then I noticed a large branch careening it's way right at us from above! I yelled "Watch out!" and J.D. lunged out of the way as the branch smashed into the ground right next to where he was sitting. The branch wouldn't have killed a man but it was big enough to give you lump on the 'ole cranium. We had made a prior look out for widow makers before setting up camp but this dead branch was hidden from view or just didn't look like it was dead and we never noticed it. The rain must have saturated it with enough water weight that finally caused it to break off and fall. You never know what might happen when out in the bush.

  With the fire started and sustained, and with no more trees dropping limbs on us, we dried out some of our gear before relaxing around the fire and telling tales.

Missing his life in the Army and it's culinary delights, the Sargent felt it was necessary to cook his GI socks for dinner.


   That night it rained a few times and it got down to the mid 40's. August is a transition month up here in the north woods. The start of the month usually involves a heat wave in the high 80's with the later part ending up cool with temperatures in the day time that can be in the 60's. It can literally be 80 degrees in the day and in the low 40's at night. I fell asleep to the wind whispering through the long red pine needles. It's a sound I've always loved to hear. I grew up listening to the wind fueled song of the red pines that lined the back of my parent's yard and will always think of home when I hear it. Other than a mouse walking on my ground tarp, the night life was quiet.

   The morning brought with it a change of weather along with the giddy anticipation of what the day may bring. We both stayed dry and we each commented on how good of a sleep we got. It was one of the best sleeps I have had in the woods.



We brewed some coffee and packed a small bag of goodies to sustain us through out the day on the water. We usually bring some kind of minimalistic food sources to augment what we can catch or gather on these trips. This year J.D. made some jerky by using an ingenious home made means to speed dry it via the use of a common house fan and two furnace air filters. He sandwiched the cured meat strips between the two filters and the attached those to the outside of the fan. The fan is left to run as it force blows air across the meat, and viola! you get some great air dried jerky. My contribution wasn't as appealing. I decided to whip up a batch of hardtack using a Civil War era recipe. And by recipe I mean mixing a shot of water with some flour and pinch of salt. When creating it, it smells like Play-doh and when baking it, it smells like Pop-Tart crust. The flavor is somewhere between the two slightly more skewed towards the Play-doh side.

 Once on the water it didn't take long for the first fish to be landed. J.D. caught and released a chunky, but sub-legal bass. The day was looking promising already.




   I decided to focus on panfish to add to the day's caloric intake. I have done well at this lake in the past but have fished it only in the late spring; this was late summer. The fish were not active at all along the shore line in the morning. It was disappointing and I only had caught a few small bluegills and pumpkin seeds that I had let go. I was starting to reevaluate my catch a release policy. After assaulting half of the shore line with only a few fish on the stringer I managed to break my "Go to" panfish rod when I snagged up on a large lily pad. I tried to pull the snag out, and I didn't pull that hard but the pole couldn't take the strain. After 20 some years of pulling a thousand some fish from the water it gave up the ghost. I was disappointed in the loss of that old friend but at least it gives me an excuse to buy another fishing pole. The gleam that there was at the start of this day was quickly become tarnished.

Oh snap!

   I met back up with J.D., and we deiced to head through the channel to the Wisconsin side lake. We both had fishing licenses for each state so we could double dip, so to speak. The day before I noticed some wapato (Sagittaria latifolia) growing in different places along the shore when we were scouting for a landing site. The channel we crossing was chalked full of them. This plant produces an edible tuber in the fall that grows off of it's rhizomes. We decided to to see if we could collect a few to add to the nights meal. 





The only way to harvest what you want from this plant is to feel around near the base of the root system and feel out what you are looking for. Inevitably while doing this, visions on snapping turtles removing digits from your hands play in your head. We removed a few root masses to see what happening on the rhizomes.





   We cleaned and collected a few but it looked we were too early and the bulbs we were seeking weren't formed yet. We decided to take a few back to experiment just to see if they were edible in this early stage.

   As we passed through the channel J.D. hooked into a fish and at first I thought it was a large bass but it turned out he hooked a musky. After a short fight he landed it, but sadly it was on the "no eat" list.

   


   The fishing remained slow and soon there were only a couple of hands of daylight left as we paddled back to camp.


   
   Upon returning to the camp, J.D. went up the hill to prep fire wood and I started to clean the meager catch of the day along the shore. The haul was a mix of panfish that included some small bluegill, yellow perch and some pumpkin seeds, aka sunfish.





While cleaning the fish I noticed a strange noise off to my left and paused. It sounded like a small animal and it was making faint sounds that I can't really explain. It soon revealed it's self to just be the neighbor who was stopping by to see what was going on. The lodge was only about 12 yards to my left side.


   
   Back up at camp we started to process the wapato and roast it on the coals in some foil. In the mean time it was decided that a bush version of kalamojakka should be made from the fish.  Kalamojakka is Finnish-American dish that's is basically a fish stew. Some rice was added and diced jerky was tossed in for stock. I plopped in a hardtack biscuit to soften up while the pot simmered.  If you have any dental issues what so ever, steer clear of chomping on hardtack. This slab that was added barely soften after 20 minutes of boiling. It was forcefully cleaved up and allowed to simmer further. At that point, the hard chunks started to transform into delightfully chewy dumplings. 


Stew ready to simmer with hardtack block in place.


wapato


The wapato was a disappointment and as noted by J.D., it was astringent. It was just too early and the wholesome bulbs had not formed off the rhizomes to make it a palatable meal. The kalamojakka on the other hand turned out great. There was plenty to go around and we ate our fill.




Dinner is served.

After dinner the temperature dropped again causing the mosquitoes to retreat into the night. I could see my breath in the air when I was away from the warmth of the blaze. The night was dead still and as the fire slowly turned to embers, only a barred owl and some resident loons broke the silence that was enveloping us. That night sleep was again fantastic and even the loons didn't seem to dare to laugh anymore in fear of breaking the stillness of the air. It was pure, wild tranquility.





Morning arrived after another refreshing sleep. Coffee was made, water was filtered and gear was wrangled. We headed out to see what the day would bring.




This day we were going to focus on the Wisconsin side which is the Little Presque Isle Lake. We made a quick pass around Moosehead first and I started to pick up a some panfish that were a little larger than what was caught the prior day. There was a small but deep bay that looked promising and I soon hooked into a bluegill along edge of it. As soon as the fish started fighting I seen a torpedo shoot out of the depths and impact it. A musky had zoomed in from parts unknown to claim my fish! My reel screamed as the thief made it's run and I was amazed at the event currently taking place. Though the musky wasn't huge, the fish was large enough to spin my kayak around as it made it's bid for deeper water. I fought it for a short while before it relinquished the panfish, that by now was having by far the worst day of it's life. Hooked through the head and chomped on the body; I let the small, wounded bluegill go. I figured if it lived, it would at least have a helluva story to tell it's friends.



  I was able to add a few eating sized fish to the stringer as the day went on and as I was slowly edging through swath of lily pads I noticed something floating in the water amongst them. At first I thought it might be some lost piece of tackle from another fisherman that had floated there so I paddled over to check it out. To my disappointment it was an empty beverage can of some sort, then to my surprise I realized it was a 30 year old can of PBR! The top of the can was stamped '87. For three decades that can must have laid at the bottom of that lake and then filled up with organic material which started to decompose and that caused a gas bubble to form that lifted it back to the surface where it must have drifted into the lily pads. I was amazed that it hadn't rusted away to nothing because only the top and bottom of the can are aluminum, the wall is steel. It was a strange, but amusing find.

What will you have?

  This wasn't my only odd beer run-in while on one of these trips. A few years ago we were camping in the Porcupine Mountains Wilderness State Park and while searching for some tinder in the dark I found a foam cooler that was almost completely buried and it contained a fresh 6 pack of Bud with a born on date of the previous month that were there! I figured some poor shmuck who worked for the DNR as summer help must have hiked it in 4 miles so they could stash it near this cabin that we were by, so they could crack open a brewski after they did what ever up keeping needed to be done to the place. Needless to say the finders keepers rule went into effect that night. It's not everyday you discover a beer bush while foraging. 

   As we crossed the channel into the next lake we spooked some kind of large animal that thundered off into the woods. I never got a good look at it, but from the glimpse I did get,  it could have been a black bear that spooked after watching us pass by.

   I switched from targeting panfish to trying to land a pike for dinner. I was unsuccessful in hooking a pike, but I did end up catching my first musky! Another species added to the list. I have never really targeted them as a species and never hooked one while fishing until this trip. Back in the lake it went, hopefully to grow into a toothy monster some day.



     A token eagle made an appearance shortly after I caught the musky. This one was odd. It was flying around, obviously looking for fish and it swooped down near us in an attempt to talon one and missed...then it tried to regroup and gave up. It went off to land in this tree, presumably to sulk and it just couldn't do it. The thing missed it's mark 3 times before it crash landed on a branch. Maybe it was an old bird on it's last year? It never presented it's self for a clear camera shot. I'm guessing it was just too embarrassed to be photographed.


I made one more attempt at some panfish and scored a couple decent ones. Well, decent for this trip anyways. I decided to head back to camp and start prepping some fire wood and to clean the days catch before I started to loose too much daylight.


No luck with the Tenkara rod

Dinner.

We just cooked the fish in tinfoil with some seasoning, had a few bites of jerky and gnawed on some hardtack. After dinner we just spent the night around the fire talking about life and pretty much everything in general. It's always the simplest things that are the most enjoyable, and sharing a campfire with a good friend is one of those things. That night the loons returned to their usual chorus of haunting calls.


Daylight broke and we each lingered in our hammocks. It was time to pack up and head out. We took our time and finished off our meager rations for breakfast and enjoyed a couple of cups of coffee. This trip had more luxury items than our usual jaunts, but for some reason as I stared at the coffee pot while sipping from my cup, I was okay with that.

 The rest of the day was spent leisurely packing up and making a couple of trips to haul our gear down to the kayaks. We shoved off one last time and headed for the opposite shore where the vehicle awaited. The experience was coming to an end as fast as the water was running off the tip of my paddle, but memories of it will last a lifetime. 

 Not many fish, a broken pole, along with whispering pines and laughing loons. Wet woods and warm fires. Toothy fish and neighborly beavers. Cool nights filled with camaraderie and solitude with shared jokes and mosquito bites. And like wisps of wood smoke that permeate the clothes, these things will linger on in the mind.





Saturday, August 19, 2017

Woods walk for some resources and chaga everywhere.

    Every so often I like to take a hike around to look for natural materials I use for my outdoor hobbies. Earlier in August I headed out for a venture on a hot, humid afternoon. It was in the mid 80's and the humidity level was probably hovering around the same number in percent form. I had a primitive camping trip planned for later in the month and I wanted to harvest some tinder fungus off of some birch to process the amadou from it. I also figured I might bump into some other tinder sources I could use along with checking to see if any edible fungi were having an early fruiting season.

 
   I was heading to an area where my wife has a cottage that has been in her family for generations. We've been fixing it up for several years. It hasn't sat in neglect, but it hasn't really been used either. One of the great things about it is that it's situated on a lake that contains a healthy population of rainbow trout. I like to assault the lake from my kayak and pull a few fish out in the still evenings during late spring. Once all the renovations to the cottage are complete I'd like to utilize it as a base camp for future hunting trips along a bluff line in the area that I was to be hiking through today.


   The hike started out as most do, uneventful and with a decided lack of fungi activity. I wasn't expecting much for mushroom finds but had noticed online that in the lower Midwest a few areas seemed to have had a summer fruiting of chanterelles. I was curious to see if any had started early up here in the north woods.

   It didn't take to long to find a prime, dead yellow birch which had a trove of the horse hoof fungus growing on it. This is the same species of fungus (Fomes fomentarius) that was found in the belt kit of Otzi the Iceman. It is theorized that he used it as a tinder and/ or medicinal aid. The layer of amadou sandwiched within the fungus is known to have superb antiseptic and adsorption properties and was used as an improvised bandaging agent by soldiers in the European theater during WWII. Obviously it's antiseptic properties have been known for much longer than that.








Along with  the fungus was this great source of shaggy birch bark, begging to be taken.


Nature's gasoline. The best instant tinder source in my area.
I took a healthy handful of the shaggy birch bark for my tinder pouch and collected a few conks of the fungus. You can see how the fungus looks like when you start to reach the amadou layer after shaving off the hard outer shell of the fungus.



 This was a neat find! The beetle is  Megeleates Sequoiarum, It feeds on the fungus.



At home I  removed the shell and cut the fungus in half to show the yellowish brown layer of amadou between the long vertical pores and the shell. The pores are still attached below the amadou layer.

   As I went to walk around the birch I made a fantastic discovery and found a good sized conk of chaga! Chaga (Inonotus obliquus ) is endemic to my region and I find it almost every time I go on a hike. For those who don't know by now; chaga is fungus that is currently part of a health food craze involving all things that have supposed super healing qualities. It is proven to have an extremely high concentration of antioxidants and thus is believed by some to be able to prevent cancer. It supposedly works via it's ability to slow the mutations within cells as they replicate due to the antioxidants lessening the effects of the flaws that cells get as they self replicate over time. In a nut shell, they theoretically lessen the flaws which can lead to mutations, which can lead to cancer. Chaga is also a superb tinder that once lit, can not be put out unless it is starved of oxygen. In many circles it's pure sacrilege to use the chaga in this manner as it is considered wasting it. I suppose it depends on what's more important to a person at the time...being able to start a life saving fire, or having a healthy cup of tea? I use it for both purposes. To each their own.





   I only had my knife with me and if I really wanted to, I could have chipped away at that conk of chaga for 30 minutes and pried it off the tree, but I couldn't be bothered with that so I plan to return with a hatchet and collect it some other time.

  I loaded up a micro sized canvas pack I have with a few conks of the horse hoof fungus and took a swig of water. This pack is great for short trips where you don't want to carry too much and still keep your back relatively cool on a hot day.




   As I ventured along my way I noticed some wood sorrel (oxalis) growing along a nice shaded area. I like to use it as an additive in salads to add some pizzazz. It looks kind of like a mini shamrock and has a tart, citric like taste. I can't really compare the flavor of it. It's almost like it has no flavor. If tartness was flavor, I guess this would be it. 




   I continued on my way and noticed an odd coloration in the distance in the forest floor. As I got closer I seen it was a crime scene. It seems a blue jay had met an untimely end at the talons of raptor, most likely a merlin. Merlins are a type of small falcon that are quite common in my region and I see them harass blue jays all the time while bow hunting. They seem to have an affinity towards jays as a dinner item. The amazing part was they other than the feathers, the only thing our killer left behind was the eyeballs! Apparently they don't taste good.


 
At first I dint know what it was, but it turned out to be an eyeball! It can be seen at the tip of the knife blade



Further along I seen what I was hoping to be a group of oyster mushrooms growing on a tree but it turned out to be some young northern tooth fungus (Climacodon septentrionale). It's not edible so after a quick look, I moved on.


I roamed along and started to descend to a lower elevation that lead to a creek. Along this creek bottom was a plethora of chaga in varying stages of growth. As you can see, chaga seems to take hold on the wound of a tree and then will metastasize there eventually killing the host tree.





At this point the mosquitoes were getting pretty prolific so I took a drink of some water and decided to head back.  I took a canteen full of water and only had less than a 3rd of it left, so I figured that was enough roaming for one afternoon. It was a nice jaunt which yielded a few goodies and surprises.