YEAR I: The First Cast
The debut album. Six guys who hadn't shared a roof since the Reagan years found out the old jokes still worked. The badminton court claimed its first victims. We were doing this every year. Mostly.
β‘ A LOO LEGENDS PRODUCTION β‘
THE 5TH ANNUAL WORLD TOUR
WHITE IRON LAKE • ELY, MINNESOTA • EST. 2021
Back in the '80s we were headbangers in Waterloo, Iowa, cranking metal in basements and parking lots. Forty years later the hair is (mostly) gone, the amps got traded for outboard motors, and once a year the band gets back together. Two cabins, one lake, six legends, and a solemn vow that what gets said in the boat stays in the boat. Unless it's funny. Then it goes on this website. It was, and remains, totally radical.
The classic lineup. No replacements. No auditions. Ever.
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Five legendary runs. One canceled show. We don't talk about '22.
The debut album. Six guys who hadn't shared a roof since the Reagan years found out the old jokes still worked. The badminton court claimed its first victims. We were doing this every year. Mostly.
No tour. No fish. No comment. Real life pulled a fast one and we let it happen exactly once. Never again.
The comeback album. Matching Cupid shirts appeared, a certain cookbook entered the permanent collection, and Justin smiled through the whole ceremony. Doubles of walleye all week.
The heavy one. A side-by-side tried a barrel roll on a trail that will never forget it, and the Kwazy Wabbit sign went up over headquarters. Nobody hurt, everybody blamed.
The stadium tour. The flag went up on the dock, a northern the size of a canoe paddle came over the rail, and the smallmouth learned to fear the sound of our outboard.
The current world tour. Two cabins, one lake, limits of walleye, and a group chat that probably shouldn't be printed. The legend continues whether the fish like it or not.
86 pieces of evidence. No regrets. Totally gnarly.
Awards nobody asked for and nobody can give back.
For the northern pike that now has its own area code. Witnesses swear it was even bigger before the photo.
For the side-by-side that ended up on its lid. Nobody got hurt, everybody got blamed, and the trail will never forget.
For contributions to fine cabin literature. Awarded to Justin, who smiled the whole time. The rest of us can never unsee it. It stays on the coffee table as a warning.
Ed and Joel. Both born February 14, 1969. Not related, no explanation. The "I'M WITH CUPID" shirts have hit the bars of Ely two years running, and Ely has yet to recover. Epic is the only word.
For filling a stringer so full the DNR probably has a file on us. The walleye have started warning each other.
We ordered custom embroidered patches. Paid real money. Proofread nothing. They arrived reading "Whiskey and Walley." A corrected batch exists now, but the original stays in circulation because it's funnier. Congratulations to Walley, whoever he is.
New guys always ask for the directions. Here they are, in full: there are no directions. There have never been directions. Asking for the directions is how we know you're about to lose. Rule 1 is lie. There is no Rule 2.
Held every year on this court. Won every year by Greg "The Shuttlecockblocker" Poterack and Rob "The Sweaty Sasquatch" Koury. Challengers welcome. Survivors rare. The net has seen things.
For shore lunch excellence under pressure, with a dog running quality control. Michelin has not returned our calls.
Waterloo childhoods, 80s metal, and lake lore. Prove you were actually there. No dweebs, no posers.
12 QUESTIONS. NO GOOGLING. NO MERCY.
Real quotes. Real geniuses. Names have not been changed, because nobody here is innocent.
Ed finds a time capsule in a garage:
The pinewood derby arms race, 47 years later:
Wildfires reported near the Boundary Waters:
And the state of the union:
Stories, trash talk, and corrections to the official record. Legends only.
π₯ This area is for the band. What's the password? (Hint: it's what we came for, in ALL CAPS)
Loading the liesβ¦
Home base: Cabin #16 Lucky Buck & Cabin #17 Freckled Fawn at White Iron Beach Resort on White Iron Lake outside Ely, MN. Fishing grounds: White Iron and Basswood Lake up in the BWCA, where the portage signs know us by name.




π£ Guided by the pros: Craig Best & Nick Walters, the two guys who actually know where the fish are. We just take the credit.
Before the lake, there was the Loo. Childhood homes of the Legends. The driveways, basements, and garages where the volume knob first got broken off. πΈ Justin and Joel: your childhood homes are still at large. Send evidence.
Every pin backed by photo evidence. GPS doesn't lie, unlike everyone in the boat. 852 miles north of Waterloo, where it all started.