Cub Lake

Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?

My granddad bought it from Eddie Fisher an ex wrestler.It sits on two hundred and seventy five acre.Use to be three hundred acres but grandad sold twenty five acres to an ex-general and his wife years ago.

The neighboring lake is called Bear Lake.Bear Lake is a wide place in the Chippewa Flowage. The land Paul John Eric Heike in the nineteen thirties paid five grand for it .

The lake is an all spring fed.There are three bays. Swimming,Turtle and Muskie. When grandad bought the property in Chipquamigan National Forest there wasn’t any building on the property. When Wava married Norm there was as she called it a hunting cabin.

Grandpa paid five grand then years later sold the property to my mom and dad and my uncle Norman Eric Heike and his wife Wava.

Heike’s Shanghai was such a place my half sister was willing to murder for. For me Cub Lake isy heart.Full to overflowing with rich memories. Good and bad.

The day my sister and I laid dad’s ashes in two different bays.Now my sister also rest there.I want my ashes there as well. There were thr great games of hide and go seek.Building smogies (a smog is a fire with smokie smoke on pld buckets with rusted holes)to keep the mosquitoes from getting into the cabin.

The day the bat glew into the cabin no one knew about until twilight.Driving to the dump to see the bears inti the big brave bear killers started hunting with twenty -seven -twenth-seven dogs tunning adults and baby bears to ground slaughtering even babies and they started closing the junk yards and baiting them.

I learn at a young age how despicable males and females were. It’s hard being sensitive in so much evil.

It was all erased with the perfect sunsets.Mirror images at dusk and at dawn. Memories etch into peoples hearts.

The smells from the kitchen’s cook stove as bacon and eggs and stacks of pancakes cooked. The games of cards played upon the big kitchen table with benches on two sides. And a large window behind with the view of sleeping and beyond the perfect priceless view of Cub Lake.

Beer caps popped off into the cans inside and out by the door. While the player piano played in the night by kerosene lamps in the family room songs like “How ya gonna keep um down on the farm after they see Pairee!’ and Jingle Bells and Black bird to name a few.

Gone when I was a kid was the hunting cabin expanded to a nice sized log cabin with upstairs and basement. Porch plus screened in porch. Including lovely basement with their own ghost from my past.

Uncle Norm’s carpentry work room was in the basement. Every small part screwed into the cellar ceiling in baby food jars. There was the place left over beer rested and canned goods gir the next year in hopes that it would not freeze.(It usually did,freeze I mean.)

That same basement when Norm could not survive life without the love of his life his wife Wave. Norman died from Colon cancer in the eighties it was seventy-five percent curable. My dad loved his brother more than he loved his daughters. Dad sat and drank in the cellar and cried his heart out for the loss of his brother.

The stone picnic table Cubbie added to the front of the cabin is where one October I and Heather Rose had unbelievable earth shattering sex. Another incredible memory.

Swimming in Cub Lake or washing your hair in the all spring fed lake was a beyond belief incredible memory. From little kid tossed off the end to swimming nearly across the lake. And the fishing was the bomb!

The lake sits in Sawyer County three hundred and sixteen miles away. In my heart its always just a breath away.