Sox Fan and I fished the contest at the Buttes; I hadn’t been there in about 4 or 5 years and it showed. We got to the lake around 2 pm on Friday to set up huts. My batteries with my Gator had an issue (I think one got damaged in the move, I had taken them out, why I dont know for the life of me, but I will be buying a battery...as my friend Tom says of the new house...wait for it!...CHHHAAAA CHIIIINNNNGGG...a new chapter in the money pit) so the trip started poorly, the manual 6 Mora and two feet of ice would be interesting. We chose the point that is north of boat ramp about a half mile away, there is quite a bit of snow on the lake so no sled or ATV and no power auger made this a throw back trip in a hurry. As I uttered to Brandon...getting too old and fat for this sheet. I can see I need to trout fish this area more, once a year isn’t cutting it; either that or I need to make a map. We drilled a bunch of holes found a nice 10-foot deep clearing next to some weeds and set up our sheds and staked them down. Lazy snow was the weather report for Saturday. Saturday we were optimistic going to fish shallow water early and then move to deep water at mid morning. We started fishing at first light, I can say I think I picked the worst spot of any ice spot I have ever had, I also committed a cardinal sin of not moving soon enough, the 6 inch manual auger had something to do with and so did the sideways snowstorm that blew in. Brandon scored first with a 17 inch brown on a big old chubby darter; we were taking it Bernie’s wife’s slogan style, to big or go home. But it was inside the brown trout slot release size of everything 14 to 20 inches goes back. He didn’t take a picture; it was a classic beautiful fat brown which is good because it seems like sometimes at North Lake they can be kind of snaky, this one wasn’t. Brandon had several other fish come, me I saw nothing in 2.5 hours, for an additional half an hour I put the camera down and saw one fish on the perimeter, the weeds in my area were flat, I wonder with how slow the fish was swimming if it was a low oxygen area although I saw scuds on the camera. I flat just chose my spot poorly and with conditions tried to wait it out. I packed up my sled that is a flip over and headed for the middle of the lake and 20 feet of water and after a bit of changing baits finally got some fish in. Brandon would see occasional ones at his spot but they were few and far between. I was using bigger tubes in the 4 inch laker size, had a few hits but they were light, finally scored a twenty inch rainbow on a gold walleye spoon I had picked up in Granby, I big metal slabbing type spoon with a nice dieing flutter. Again this fish was in the 18-22 inch range that fish must be put back. I had more fish in and couldn’t get them to go, Brandon came out and tried to bucket it, about that time it turned to hurricane wind out of the north obliterating views of other shelters. It was starting to remind me of trip another north contest where we decided to bail because of worsening conditions about 15 years ago or so where some of the people who stayed I heard were stuck at North for 2 days. So I went back to my previous spot and watched the weather and watched no fish come in. About 3 pm we decided to call it. We had billion pound sleds to haul back over fresh powder; I really need a snowmobile, maybe next year. So did as poorly as I have ever done there, I clearly stayed too long in one spot, and something I wouldn’t do in a boat. It was fun and Brandon’s first trip to the Buttes; he was averse to moving since he was working on what sounded like a good case of Bronchitis. I did run into Roman, his brother and his friend, they were set up not far from us but moved sometime on Saturday. So they may not have done well in the area either, hopefully they found the mother lode because we did not. I need to GPS some spots for next year since I don’t fish it often enough. Next year I will just fish deep water from the get go, I have always done better out there. You think I would learn. So not much of a report. We did see one kewl thing Friday night. Three Meese (my plural version for moose or mooses) running a fence line looking for a place to cross to get to an alder thicket. They crossed in front of us and then ran next to the vehicle before again jumping the fence into the alder thicket going full blast in deep snow and jumped that barbed wire fence effortlessly and gracefully. Brandon tried to get action photos on his cell phone. Sorry for the lack of photos, didn’t take time was fishing hard but as slayer said not much catching so I should have photos right. I hope Jamie won, if anyone deserves to it is he, all the time he puts in up there.