This is typically the busiest week at Loon Lake. Just about every camp is occupied. And the weather has been perfect.
Even so, Loon Lake is very tranquil. I usually have the lake to myself (except for the Loons) on my early morning paddle. At its busiest, there may be two boats fishing, one party barge cruising, another boat tubing, and 4 to 6 kayaks and canoes. Most folks hang out on the waterfront, escaping from the heat.
I was out on the Whaler, fishing with two four year old boys. Which means, I was answering question after question. Like: what does the 100 mean on the motor? Why are we going 100 slow? Why do fish like hot dogs? Why aren’t they cooked? How long can the Loon stay under water? Do Loons like hot dogs? Will they steal our bait? (That’s pretty much a verbatim sampling…of about one minute).
We were fishing just off Seven Keys Boathouse, when I heard a kid crying– more like wailing. I didn’t pay much attention, as there are several two and unders staying on Horsehead Point this week– including a couple at our camp. But then the wail changed, and I distinctly heard “can someone please help me?”
Looking around, I did not see anyone in the water, no overturned kayak, just a solitary green kayak, out in the middle of the lake. I had been watching that kayak, while we were fishing. A strong paddler, who seemed to spend much time just floating, enjoying the hot day.
We headed towards the green kayak, with my Grandson saying, “go 100 fast!”– which we did. We pulled up to the kayak, and found Matt, a ten year old boy, very much in distress. He had set out for a paddle, got disoriented, and could not find his way back to camp. He could not see well, as he was not wearing his glasses. He did not know the name of the camp his family was renting, but described the dock.
I assured him he was safe and that we would get him back to his camp. We loaded him into the Whaler and put the green kayak in the boat as well. Our neighbors also arrived in their boat, to assist.
We started to go around the lake, when I saw someone waving from a canoe; we headed over, and found Matt’s parents. They told me where they were staying, and we delivered Matt and his kayak back to his dock, waiting for his parents to return.
I let my Grandson pilot us back to our dock. Going 100slow. We were done fishing for the day, having caught an 80 pounder.