Carl F. Krieser and John McElroy Go Fishing on Pelican Lake, Wisconsin
Carl R. Krieser was train dispatching at Antigo, Wisconsin during this summer (1939 or 1940). Because of the seasonal ore operations in Northern Wisconsin, they needed more train dispatchers on that end of the line during the summer months. One of the other dispatchers had a cabin on Pelican Lake that wasn’t being used that summer so Carl Senior rented it for the family. Pelican Lake wasn’t far from Antigo and he could commute that distance. From the following stories, it appears that Junior might have needed a father’s guiding hand at that age. The photo shows John McElroy with Junior. He was a good friend from Kimberly. John had a big collection of paper model airplanes that he had made. When his mother decided too many had been collected they would take them to Carl’s garage roof, set them on fire and sail them into the back yard. (Not a good idea kids!) Good thing they didn’t burn the house down, as the garage was attached. John had come to stay with the Kriesers for a week that summer. John is shown rowing and Junior has an extra oar that he is trying to use as a make-shift tiller. After John left, Junior hit upon a very creative idea to make life easier for him in his exploring adventures. Rowing across the lake took more hard effort than he cared to expend so he decided to convert this old rowboat into a sailboat. He had found an old sail under the cottage, so he tied it to some kind of a pole and jerry-rigged the sail onto it. He wedged the pole against the front seat of the boat with some rocks and tied it in as securely as he could. Then he took off across the lake in this Mickey Mouse contraption, again using the ore as a tiller. He was pretty proud of his ingenuity--at first. There was a good wind blowing at his back so he sailed right across the lake in very good time and with very little effort. The problem came in getting back to the cottage. There was no dagger board in this home-made contraption so he couldn’t tack back into the wind. He had to take the sail down and row back, hugging the shoreline because the wind was so strong that he couldn’t row directly into it. Pelican Lake can get very choppy in the wind, and it was a lot farther and longer hugging the shore all the way home than it had been going with the wind straight across the lake. He was one pooped puppy when he got home. He quietly returned the sail under the cottage and never bothered to mention the incident to his mother, at least not until years later when they could laugh about it. Just as well, perhaps. It might have saved her a few grey hairs at the time.