pixley and crowley dam~

Thought I'd take a little drive, quarter mile down the road from my house is the first stop ... then five miles down the road to the next.  I thought I'd stop by the dams and see if anyone is sturgeon fishing ... but as luck would have it ... there wasn't.  It was still a nice day to take a little drive and take some pics. 

I've spent a LOT of time fishing by both of these dams.  The first one, the Pixley Dam, which is only a quarter mile from our house and only a mile from where I grew up as a kid I spent hours upon hours fishing and exploring up the creek and along the banks of the river with my brother, Randy and sister, Colleen.

 Pixley Dam ~

looking downstream from Pixley

Then, after Slim and I married and he started working in the paper mill in town ~ one of his jobs for around 8 years was being a spare dam tender at three of the dams on the Flambeau River.  Two of those dams that he was tender at were the Pixley and the Crowley Dams.  The other is called the Lower Dam, which is just south of the town of Park Falls.  Fortunately, for me, I was able to tag along with him to work and do more exploring as an adult and more fishing!  We never lacked for meals of fresh fish when he had that job.

Crowley Dam ~

looking downstream from Crowley

I have taken countless river trips in canoes and in river boats down the Flambeau River in my life time.  I have a great love and a great respect for this river.  It looks quite harmless in these photos; but if you go way upstream to it's head waters by the Turtle Flambeau Flowage to the north of us and travel the north fork down ~ there are some top class white water rapids that can total a canoe in the twist of seconds if you're not careful.  Trust me... I've done it.   

On the drive home from Crowley ...  had to slow up for some juvenile turkeys ~  run fast ... or you're gonna get hit by a car you goofy birds.  Boy, we have a lot of turkeys around here.  When I was a kid we never had wild turkeys ... but apparently they have populated themselves so much that they are wandering north and establishing themselves here now in northern Wisconsin.  Personally, I'm not too crazy about those birds.  They're good enough eating; but I'd rather have a domesticated turkey with ButterBall stamped on it's butt to eat.  Sorry for the blur ...
Looking up ~
looking down ~

more river shots ~

Until next time...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.


  1. Mel, you live in a wonderful part of the world. Fishing and hunting right close to home like that is the "good stuff" from which life is made. I love the thrill of calling turkeys and also love the taste. Much better than a butterball. ha. ☻
    Thanks for sharing the beautiful pictures.

  2. Hey Mel, I heard you were the wilder one, did they call the 'wild one?' Crashed a canoe did you?

    I bet you were one tough chick (adee), I think I heard it put in different words while visiting near there.

    I like to hear of you and Slim's life and happenings. You mentioned something I have wondered. I think the turkeys are back down south with a vengence. I know there is more population than when I was a kid.

    Loved the pictures, and for someone who has never heard the term (or name)'Flambeau Flowage', it sounds so 'neat' or interesting. to us who are not 'from there'.
    Take care, Love sent from Albuquerque.

  3. I've only been to Wisconsin once, but I sure remember how beautiful the state is. Thanks for sharing these gorgeous pictures of 'your' dams and river.

  4. Thanks again for giving me a journey back home! As you know I have MANY,MANY hours on the Ole' Flambeau too! We are truly blessed to live in such a beautiful part of the U.S.A.

  5. That view downstream is beautiful. Can't believe how much color you have. We are still summerish here.

  6. Hi Remington here! Thanks for stopping by my blog! Nice to meet you! I am going to follow you, no, not in your kitchen, but in Blogland! I hope we can be great friends. BTW, I love your pics!

  7. We had lots of wild turkeys and also wild rivers in southern Missouri and it always made for great drives. I love living in the desert, but remember the pretty ozarks.