Up in the North woods, where the wolves howl and the bucks run wild, there lives a man who devotes his life to living off the land. This man, Jerry Saum, a crude and renegade type character, has lived in Saum, Minnesota for his whole life. Saum, MN lies 45 miles directly North of Bemidji, and two miles East of the Red Lake Indian Reservation. I have known Jerry Saum for five years, due to my deer hunting shack that sits four miles South of Saum. In my early years deer hunting up North, Jerry would frequently come down to the cabin, always wearing a Busch Light sweatshirt or the local Saum Fire Department crewneck. Also, Jerry’s figure includes a pair of old wore down boots, torn up jeans, and a blaze orange ball cap that reads “Don’t shoot idiot.” Jerry’s long, white
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Recently, due to obtaining my drivers license, I have found my way up to Saum over 15 times in the last two years. Each excursion always results in an adventure, credited to Jerry Saum and the wild country of the Northern part of the state. Every visit to Saum ends up in valuable life lessoned learned, especially when you are trapped in a boat, battling six-foot waves.
First, Jerry Saum has always been a man who does not like to sit and be lazy. Instead, Jerry urged Steve Hartwig, my dad, and myself to go fishing on an extremely windy day. We all piled in the Silverado, Jerry making jokes and telling stories, most of which follow the guidelines of “What happens up North, stays up North.” During the thirteen-mile trek to Red Lake, Jerry talked about how he needs walleyes, or walligators, to eat; otherwise he would not be able to eat for weeks. I reassured Jerry, confirming I would put him on fish and catch a limit of gators. The four of us finally reached the big lake, and the swells were rolling in fast and were brutally tall. Jerry exclaimed, “”. The wind was blowing straight out of the
Recently, due to obtaining my drivers license, I have found my way up to Saum over 15 times in the last two years. Each excursion always results in an adventure, credited to Jerry Saum and the wild country of the Northern part of the state. Every visit to Saum ends up in valuable life lessoned learned, especially when you are trapped in a boat, battling six-foot waves.
First, Jerry Saum has always been a man who does not like to sit and be lazy. Instead, Jerry urged Steve Hartwig, my dad, and myself to go fishing on an extremely windy day. We all piled in the Silverado, Jerry making jokes and telling stories, most of which follow the guidelines of “What happens up North, stays up North.” During the thirteen-mile trek to Red Lake, Jerry talked about how he needs walleyes, or walligators, to eat; otherwise he would not be able to eat for weeks. I reassured Jerry, confirming I would put him on fish and catch a limit of gators. The four of us finally reached the big lake, and the swells were rolling in fast and were brutally tall. Jerry exclaimed, “”. The wind was blowing straight out of the