I have good and bad memories of sculling on Ennis Lake. Thirty years ago I taught for a year in Whitehall. The first time I sculled on Ennis Lake I took a limit of mixed ducks. When I headed for shore I saw two trucks racing across the dam and head my way. Both were game wardens. They waited for me on shore. I had once been a cop and I noticed that one of the officers had his hand on his revolver. What the hell? They were aggressive and rude and I got scared. After looking over my boat they realized that I had no hidden electric motor. They had never heard or seen a scull boat. I had to assure them it was legal. They ticketed me for not having a life jacket, which I later found had been pushed up in the nose of the boat when I pushed my lead ingot forward.
Another time I went to Ennis to meet an out door writer who was doing an article on duck boats. I ended up with a picture of me and my boat in Stream and Field magazine.
I really liked sculling on Ennis Lake that year. I do remember, however, a floating weed bed out from shore. The birds would drop right in the middle of this mess. If I shot a bird on the edge and it fell out in the middle, I would have a hard time getting to it, even with a canoe paddle. Good memories.
Anybody know how late in the season you can launch without breaking ice. I just can't remember that far back. In fact, I remember sculling on the Jefferson during the late season. I was more frustrated on the river because I would be slipping up on shore geese and hit a big rock when I should have stayed out in the middle. It was fun.