of a guy in the boat, but if you got startled as a musky would make a make sneak attack on your surface bait be would laugh. Always enjoying the strike of a surface lure, John kept two of his favorite old standbys---a Globe and a Surf-Oreno at the ready, hidden inconspicuously in an old cigar box. A kind, jolly, and articulate man, Fleming was indeed a popularly requested guide in his day. It was probably during the mid to late 1930s when John and Marie and their family moved from Riverside to New Post, to a little log cabin located next to his father's (George’s) place. John still worked m a logger and was frequently in demand to operate heavy equipment. He plowed roads for the County and also supervised the building of a number of roads on the Reservation. On one occasion, Father Polinus couldn't make Sunday service at church, so much to the surprise and amazement of his children, John steeped and spoke in the father's place. John was known to have a good tenor voice and also played the violin. After John and his family left New Post and moved to a nice home near Blueberry lake, his son, Frank, remained to .watch over George. Having a convenient boat access near his Blueberry home Fleming remained a regular presence on the Flowage for some time. One nasty and rainy day, while John happened to be at Herman’s Landing, some wise guy at the bar who knew of Fleming's fishing prowess, chided, "I bet even you couldn't catch one today, John". So, on a bet, John proceeded to go out fishing…and got a musky within an hour! An unusual Musky tale was played out on Labor Day in 1954, when Robert Risberg caught a 26½ pounder on a Bobbie Bait on Pete's Bar. While fishing alone, just as young Risberg jerked his lure one final time and he watched it pop up near the boat, he witnessed the head of a big musky come up from the
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