Buck Field Inn

When someone said that we were going to Minnesota to fish, I thought they were crazy. After all, I could just go to my back pond and catch something. We took canoes into lakes that nobody ever visits, and before we knew it, we were in camping tents, miles from civilization. I was a bit concerned at first about the distance from a hospital, but our guide was not worried. He had navigated these waters hundreds of times. The fishing was spectacular! I was so impressed. I caught a walleye that was at least three feet long, and my brother caught one even bigger. It was a great time.