Jasper Lake at Northwind Lodge beach

August Cabin Specials!

These specials are from August 1st through the 8th

Cabin # 4:  2 bedroom cabin that sleeps up to 5 with one double bed and a double bed with twin bed in two bedrooms.  View of the beach area and Jasper Lake.  Gas grill on the wrap around deck.

Dates OPEN: 1st through the 4th:  $169 a night with a 2 night minimum.

Cabin #8 Our largest cabin sleeps up to eight people in four bedrooms with one double bed and six twin beds.   Unique kitchen with concrete counter top and hand-made cabinetry.  Logwork and historical feel as this cabin has history as our home, office, a bar, and a cabin since 1982.

Special Weekly Price $1299 Now only $999 for the first 4 people, $10 a night for extra.  The nightly rate is $179 with a 2 nite minimum

Island Adventure for 2.  Located about a 5 minute paddle from the beach area.  Your own private island.  This rustic unit has propane lights and stove and an outhouse.  Your showers are located on the main land in our sauna building.  Your own little paradise spot.

Weekly Special price: Reg $999 and now $799 for the week and the nightly rate is $119 with a 2 nite minimum.

Cabin #5 Special

Your cabin with a view  where you will be enjoying the sunrises, sunsets and the loons singing on Jasper Lake.

Cabin #5 View

Your view from your cabin table.

Cabin 5 is a stunning, cozy cabin for two overlooking the beach area and nestled into the side of a hill.  Large windows provide a bird’s eye view of the outdoors without actually leaving the cabin.   New knotty pine interior, handmade, hand painted cabinets and charcoal grill.

Cabin # 5 Deck View

Cabin #5 Deck view of Jasper Lake

June 27th-July 18th

Weekly Rate $999 or nightly rate $167 (2 ppl)

Now $799 a week or $109.95 a night.

Boat and Motor included in this offer.

Call now to reserve this week for two!
1-800-280-1078

Cabin 5 Video

Cabin #7 Special

Beautiful knotty pine and large windows provide a wonderful cabin experience for up to four people.  Cabin 7 has two bedrooms with one double and two twin beds and overlooks the lake.  It also has a remote deck with picnic table and a charcoal grill.  The walk to the main beach area via trail takes about a minute and that is where the boats are located.  (All other amenities still apply such as free rentals of kayaks, SUP’s, paddle boats, and beach canoes.)

Deck view from Cabin #7

The view from the deck at Cabin #7

Cabin #7

Cabin #7 view from the picnic table.

Just envision yourself sitting here and relaxing on the deck while watching the loons and ducks swimming by.  Imagine, staying at your perfect place  in your own little world of peace and tranquility at Cabin #7

Reg. $1059 a week or $177 a night for 4 people, plus $175 for the motor rental.

This special is for July 11th through July 18th:

ONLY $759  for the week or $109.99 a night, plus tax.

NOTE:  Boat AND motor included in this particular offer!

Call now to reserve this week:  1-800-280-1078

 

 

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Cabin #3 Special Offer!

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Lake View from Cabin #3 Ely, MN Resort

Just imagine yourself sitting on the deck and enjoying the view of the lake while listening to the loons on the water ahead. Cabin #3 overlooks Jasper Lake and sleeps two people.  It now has new, beautiful knotty pine surrounding the log work in the ceiling, melded with historical knotty pine,  multi-pane wooden windows and that wrap around deck outside.

We are running a Special Offer on this cabin.

June 27th- July 8th

 Weekly rate regular $949 and now $719 with boat and motor included. The nightly rate is only $109 a night again with a boat and motor included!

 Call us at 1-800-280-1078 to book your stay with us.

Polka Time at the Beach

Nothing says “fun at the beach” like a polka in northern Minnesota.   This is my dad playing the song that I remember most as a child growing up, the Tick Tock Polka.  I was always fascinated at how loud his accordion was back then, and like comfort food, that particular polka is very meaningful to me.

My Dad learned how to play while still a 12 year old kid and I remember the story of how when he was in the army in Korea, some of the brass found out that he could play and they miraculously dug up an accordion for him.

In this video of 2015 he’s now 83 years old.  So, for as long as Northwind Lodge (Jasper Lake Resort) has formally been a resort in Lake County, my dad has been playing his accordion.

That’s a lot of history at this Minnesota resort.


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Dog Portraits are Done

I’m happy with the painting overall, but could not find the right light to photograph it so I settled for the rear bumper of our truck.  It’s a grey day today and this painting needs a bit more sunlight for a good pic, but this’ll have to do.
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Resort Dogs – Delilah & Cookie

 

 

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Delilah and Cookie

Painting Dogs with Joe

July 5th and another laid back day at Northwind Lodge.  Looks like I’m heading backing to my former life of painting.  I kind of missed it, actually.  It’s nice to be back in familiar waters once again.

 

So, how come you aren’t up here in northern Minnesota enjoying a calm day and beautiful weather and good fishing?

Big Bluegill

A Landing Net’s Life

My dad turned 83 years old yesterday and just to make the younger world feel diminished, I dragged him all the way down the Wood Lake portage and forced him to catch fish on Wood Lake for the day.  The portage is 210 rods long or .58 miles long and it was muddy and rugged after yesterday’s heavy rains which is par for the course on portages.  For an old guy with a fake knee and a double bypass some 15 years ago, he does pretty well.

Of course, I brought along my sidekick Delilah.   Once we hit the trail, she began her Wood Lake portage routine of blasting ahead at full speed,  turning off the trail into the woods and running parallel back along the trail only to come out behind me.  From that point, she snorts past me again, tongue flopping and nothing but a blurry streak of fur to do it repeatedly for the entire trail. I figure that she runs about three times the length of the trail every time we walk it.   In the back of my mind, I’m waiting for the moment she drives out a momma bear and cubs to meet me, but that hasn’t occured….yet.

As I walked the trail carrying my oars, our rods and my pack, I noted the fresh tracks in the mud – two people ahead of me.    As a boy, I was trained to not leave tracks – not in the figurative sense connected to symbolically saving the BWCA,  but instead, for real.   Hunting and trapping as a kid, we never wanted to be followed and the best way to avoid followers is to never leave tracks as best we could and we still do this to this day.  As a result, I observe this telltale “flaw” in others all the time and today’s tracks in front of me were no different.  I could tell both were men, in their late 30’s to early 40’s, weighing about 185 lbs. each.    They wore big floppy hats, mosquito head nets, blue, white and black, paddling gloves, and brand new long sleeve, nylon button-down shirts with brand new nylon, zip off pants.

As Delilah blasted silently down the portage, about 150 feet in front of me, up a hill and around a curve, I heard her let loose with the most ferocious, attack-dog bark her nine pound body could muster!  First I thought ” bear”  but that was immediately corrected.  There was a scream and panic as a voice-in-terror yelled, “Gggaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!  GET OUTTA HERE!  GO AWAY!!!! ” as Delilah stopped them in their tracks.  I tried to call her off, but she was unrelenting, so I picked up my pace to see two guys decked out in nylon shirts, zip-off pants, trail boots, blue-white-black paddling gloves, big hats and bug nets.  Delilah finally shut up as her job was done attacking the space aliens.  I chuckled and said when they passed, “I bet that scared the crap out of you!” to which one replied “Maybe a little…”

Delilah looked back at me all proud and alert for taking down the “aliens” with a good, solid whoopin’.  Then, she blasted down the portage once again.

When we hit the water, we endured a beautiful day with moderate catching but enough to keep up busy all day long.  In a pretty true test, we found that live bait and artificial lures ended up producing  about “neck and neck” .    There was no real, obvious gain in using live bait over lures.   Later in the day, the wind picked up and screamed from the west making for about 1.5 hours of tough rowing with a significant chop and some whitecaps.  I put together this video called “A Landing Net’s Life”  since the I had the camera stuck to the net.

Upon returning to the parking because not much wears Delilah out, she took off and chased a 70 foot long semi roaring past on the Fernberg Road.  The present road crew tried to catch her but she blew past them, returning to me and prompting a parking lot visit by a concerned, but laughing foreman looking for “a little brown dog that was chasing one of their semi’s down the new asphalt.”  Delilah stood up on the truck seat and smiled at him.

Good dog, Delilah.  Never give up.

My Big Fish at Northwind Lodge

This is a true fish story by Terry Rose, a longtime guest of Northwind Lodge.  Terry had a really great day a few summers ago and told this incredible story to me – and a lot of other people from what I can tell.  It’s a heck of a good story about how everything went right for once.    

Sheila and I just finished cleaning up after a great fish dinner in the cabin and I was kind of tired and thought I would just stay in and relax.  Todd and Ali went out past the narrows and it was so nice and calm on the water that I  thought, “What the heck?” – I will go out and throw the Spook around a little before it gets dark.  I went to my spot across from the cabin in the big lilly pad area.  I was in about 4 feet of water and working the Zara Spook across the top when there was a huge swell in the water behind it.  It looked like a submarine rising to a breach and then it’s mouth opened and the Spook was gone!   Before you knew it I was hanging on as I lost my grip on the reel handle and the turning handle spun over my knuckles, beating them up.  Keep in mind,  there was no real splash or anything in the water.   I could not see the fish but knew there was something really big on the line.  At first I thought it was just a good sized small mouth bass, but it just did not budge when I pulled on the rod, so I just maintained pressure with not even a millisecond of slack line.  The fish shot out in one direction taking my line around a lily pad stem and then line would cut through it like a hot knife through butter with the pad floating free.  Then, this unseen monster would shoot off to another pad and saw it off as well while lots of other weeds rose up from their tethers not surviving the strength of this gargantuan fish and the line he towed.

After shearing off weeds in various directions,  the fish finally found a clearing and actually started dragging the entire boat towards the north shore of the island on Jasper.    At this point, I just hung on some more hoping the line wouldn’t break and my reel’s drag would not fail.  About 15-20 minutes passed.  I finally got a look at him as he passed by the boat on another shorter run.   It was one of those looks where you take a big breath and then forget to breathe as the monster surfaced for the first time in many long, arduous minutes.  A thousand thoughts flew through my mind including “How am I going to net this?”, among others including, but not limited to, “OMG!”

On the shorter pass, I could tell he was about as tired as I was, but I was still able to get his head into my very small landing net.   It was really only his head up to the end of his gill covers that actually fit in the net.  I somehow managed to flip him over the gunwale into the boat and realized I had more than I could handle by myself!    At this point, I thought about just cutting the line and letting him go, but I knew that no one would believe me and it would just be another fish story.   Keeping my foot on the net to keep him from jumping out, I reached back and started the motor.  After going as fast as a 5 HP Honda four-stroke outboard would go, I arrived at the piers at Northwind Lodge.   Wouldn’t you know it?   There was not a soul around.  Nobody!!!!   I just wanted to get that monster back in the water before he croaked and, to my amazement, there was nobody at the beach on this beautiful day!   Not knowing the next move to make, I stood on the pier and yelled at the top of my lungs for help.

The man in the cottage across the lake road, Pat Webb  came down the hill as quick as he could.   He helped me measure and weigh my fish.  My major concern at this point was to get the hook out and release him.  As Pat held the mouth open, I looked inside and saw the lure just laying there in that big white cavern of a thousand, razor sharp teeth with those white and blood red gill edges at the bottom.   It appeared – to my surprise-  that the Spook was just laying in his mouth on the top of the gills and throat opening!    None, not even one,  of the big treble hooks on that good-sized Zara Spook were actually stuck in the fish!  After all that fighting, all that pulling and towing and slicing off lily pads and weeds with the Sufix 832 braided line on my reel not to mention the fish also actually towing me in my 14 foot aluminum boat out to deeper water, the fish was not hooked!  He simply would not let go of the lure.  It was a fight of him vs. me and the most stubborn won, apparently.

Wanting to get it back into the water,  I was forced to actually reach down inside with a 9″ Baker Hook-out tool and my hand had to cross the boundary of the fish’s outer most lips and into the “forbidden zone”  of its mouth.   Full knowing that touching any part of a northern pike’s mouth would result in a sudden, overriding “clamp-down” like an alligator snapping shut on a baby sheep, I was very careful to not touch anything as I gingerly reached in for that Spook.  It was very intense and felt like I was  diffusing the detonator on a nuke knowing that while extracting the device, touching any of the side would make the bomb blow taking out half of Minnesota’s Boundary Waters Canoe Area and all of Northwind Lodge. The intensity of focus along with the adrenaline rush of seeing a fish THAT big that I managed to get in the boat when I was all alone was immense.   Amazingly to me, I was able to get the lure out without “setting off the veritable nuke” on my hand thereby not needing a trip to the ER for extreme, slime-infused, lacerations.

After I got the Spook out, we quickly placed the fish back in the water and with a little back and forth motion to get the water across his gills he perked right up and swam away with a big flick of his big tail.  Of course, Todd and Ali missed the whole thing.  The fish measured 46 inches and weighed approximately 28 pounds.  This was certainly an experience I will never forget.   My grandson Dylan always talks about it because he was only 48 inches tall at the time.

And, that big northern is still marauding fish much smaller than himself to this day in Jasper.  That was quite a day!