Anchor at the Sunset Bar and Grille - Lake Koshkonong
Great weekend of paddling... though we didn't see the Lake Koshkonong Monster, we did encounter the undesirable weekend warrior in his too large out of control motor boat. We had the lake to ourselves up until noon. Then it got crazy.
The Lake Koshkonong MonsterWritten and contributed by
Ben FeldWatertown Republican, November 1887
When Watertown first learned of the famous Scottish Loch Ness monster in 1933, they had been talking about the monster in Lake Koshkonong for at least 46 years. For nearly half a century skeptics and believers alike had enjoyed telling and retelling the tale of the alleged sighting by two storytellers on a duck-hunting expedition long ago.
To be sure, the Koshkonong monster was not the size of the Loch Ness monster. It couldn't’ be, given the shallowness of the lake. No aquatic beast of any great size could find an area of sufficient depth to conceal itself in that reed-filled pond. But it was sighted, not once, but six times albeit the other five sightings were in Red Cedar Lake a few miles away. Strangely, the Red Cedar Lake sightings were not mentioned in the newspapers until quite some time after the fact.
The one sighting which did find its way into the Watertown Republican took place in early November, 1887, when two men, A. I. Sherman of Fort Atkinson and his cousin, Charles Bartlett of Milwaukee, were duck hunting on Lake Koshkonong. While rowing down the south edge of a bay in the northeastern part of the lake, they both spotted, about 150 feet away, a huge snake-like object swimming toward the center of the lake. It swam with the head raised about two feet above the water, and about ten feet of the trunk, which appeared to be eight inches thick, was partly visible. The water being very calm at that time, the highly visible wake left by the creature indicated it was about thirty or forty feet long.
Without a thought about the wisdom of their actions, and following the instincts of the inveterate hunters they were, Sherman and Bartlett put their oars into the water and began rowing at top speed toward the animal hoping to kill it and examine it at close range. But the creature, for it could not truly be called a snake, a fish, or a lizard, spotted them and at once slipped under the surface leaving the pair befuddled, astonished, and thoroughly disappointed at having to abandon the chase.
Forever after, the two nimrods stoutly maintained they were in no way under the influence of the ardent spirits and they never failed to remind the skeptics that at least six times a similar sighting had been reported in
Red Cedar Lake only a few miles away.
One wonders, were A. I. Sherman and Charles Bartlett still around when the newspapers announced the sighting of the Loch Ness monster 46 years later? Was their veracity doubted any less? Did they feel they had finally been vindicated?
Or did the skeptics conclude that the sighting of a strange creature in Lake Koshkonong and a monster in Loch Ness, in Scotland, prove that hallucinations are not limited by national boundaries?
The water levels on all lakes in the area are at flood stage. Every lake in the area had a no wake posting. So we thought. Every maniac with a boat was on Lake Koshkonong over the weekend. We wanted adventure and a long paddle we got it.
We made it to the Anchor Inn for lunch. Current on the Rock River was raging in front of the Inn. It would make for an interesting paddle back up into Lake Koshkonong.
Weather was awesome light winds and tons of sunshine... Grabbing a coupe of lemonade aides as we wait for our food. Band starts at 4pm, though I think we will make our way back up the lake to the put-in.
Laura at the Anchor Inn as we wait for our lunch.
We pondered what our paddle would look like on Labor Day. We had planned on doing the Oconomowoc chain of lakes. If it is anything like Lake Koshkonong, we'll take a pass.
Labor Day Paddle
Marty in his Loon
Laura took a pass. I went out for a couple of hours on the Oconomowoc River. I did the section that allowed me the opportunity to grab some ice cream at the Kiltie Drive Inn. Met up with a pretty interesting guy, "Marty". Oh the stories...
We stayed off the lakes as boat traffic was out of control.
After the Labor Day weekend - The paddler's get their waterways back. The area becomes a ghost town after the holidays.
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Where's my paddle, I mean rattle!
Here Marissa paddles the Bell Yellowstone with the kayak paddle. She kept it moving pretty good, but said she liked paddling the Azul over the Yellowstone.
The gang working their way down the Yahara. All types of craft show up at these paddles. You see wood strippers to Kevlar and everything in-between.
