Wintertime opens up a beautiful new world in Bayfield and around the Apostle Islands. There's a peacefulness that sets in here like nowhere else.

That's not to say that we slack off any. Our monofilament gill nets work all night beneath twelve to sixteen inches of the blue ice that blankets Lake Superior.

At sun up, our snow machines sputter to life, sometimes in the midst of twenty below zero temperatures with a nor'easter blowing to thirty-five knots. 

With the sleds hitched, and one final tug on our hood strings, we travel upwards of thirty miles to lift the night's catch.