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.
⚡ A LOO LEGENDS PRODUCTION ⚡
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.
The classic lineup. No replacements. No auditions. Ever.
* All mugshots verified by management. Bios remain 100% unauthorized. Complaints go in the suggestion box, which is the lake.
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 did exactly what the album title says, and the Kwazy Wabbit sign went up over headquarters. Nobody hurt. The machine has a memorial plaque.
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. Same lake, same six guys, same four stories, told better every year. Attendance mandatory. The fish were not consulted.
YEAR V: LIVE AFTER DEPTH • ONE NIGHT ONLY, ALL WEEK LONG
ENCORE: SHORE LUNCH There is no second encore. Go to bed.
BIGGEST FISH PER TOUR • AS RECORDED, AND AS CURRENTLY CLAIMED
| Tour | Fish | Official | Claimed today | Landed by |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| '21 | Northern | 38" | Roughly a kayak | Disputed. All six claim it. |
| '23 | Walleye | 27" | 46" and climbing | Ted. He acted surprised. |
| '24 | Smallmouth | 20" | 29" | Greg, mid one-liner |
| '25 | Northern | A canoe paddle | A canoe | Team effort. One net, zero grace. |
| '26 | TBD | TBD | Already growing | Your name here |
| PERMANENT LAST PLACE | Bait-sized | Still bait-sized | Ed Lowsma. Forever. | |
Official sizes recorded at the dock. Claimed sizes compound at 20% annually under Rule 5. Ed's entry is retired and cannot be challenged.
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 Ed put on its lid. Nobody got hurt, one man got blamed, and the trail will never forget. If it has an engine, a hinge, or a warranty, do not hand it to this man. The official incident report reads, in full: "Fucking Lowsma."
IN MEMORIAM
THE SIDE-BY-SIDE
2024 • BRIEFLY
It died doing what it loved: exactly what we told it not to do.
Awarded to Justin, who cooks for an entire ski mountain daily and owns one cookbook he refuses to open. Recipes attempted: zero. We checked. It stays on the coffee table as a warning.
And then the Executive Chef went to work. One walleye, whole, lemon and herbs, no recipe required and definitely not from that book. Witnesses called it the best fish of their lives, and these are men who lie about fish professionally. Redemption: complete.
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. The bartenders now get a courtesy call every January.
For filling a stringer so full the boat listed. 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.
Ed Lowsma, displaying the full confidence of a tournament champion while holding what biologists classify as bait. Four tours and this remains the smallest thing ever brought aboard on purpose. The fish was released out of embarrassment. Not his. The fish's. We are no longer certain he is a fisherman.
Our guide into the Boundary Waters. Leads six guys with questionable judgment past the portage signs, deep into the BWCA, and more importantly, back out again. Every time. Finds walleye like they owe him money. Pictured: collecting. Fearless is the only word, and we have seen what he is dealing with. It's us.
Best guide on the lake, first man to the party, last man standing. Usually. On the 4th of July he left Rob's house without his pants and without his wallet, and walked five miles home anyway. The fish respect him. We respect him more. The pants were returned with full honors.
Held every year on this court. Won every year by Greg "The Shuttlecockblocker" Poterack and Rob "The Sweaty Sasquatch" Koury. Challengers welcome. Survivors rare.
For shore lunch excellence under pressure, with a dog running quality control. Michelin has not returned our calls.
Official tour merchandise. Everything is one of a kind, priceless, and absolutely not for sale.
$0.00
The original run. The one with the typo. You already know the one.
Priceless
Two in existence, zero for sale. Ed and Joel wear them out. You just watch.
Make an offer. Justin will decline it.
Still sealed. Still Justin's. The price tag is a formality.
One (1) apology to the trail
Signed by nobody. Admitted by nobody. You saw the Cup.
Attempting to purchase anything triggers no response of any kind. The merch guy is fishing.
Waterloo childhoods, 80s metal, and lake lore. Prove you were actually there. No dweebs, no posers.
NO GOOGLING. NO MERCY.
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. Prairie Portage knows us by name.




🎣 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. 📸 All six launchpads accounted for. The manhunt is officially over.
Ten days out from White Iron Lake, straight from the sky. Smoke levels included, because the BWCA likes to keep things interesting. Rain, smoke, wind, or plague: NOTHING keeps us away.
Reading the sky…
Forecast courtesy of the atmosphere. Fish bite guarantee not included.
Every pin backed by photo evidence. GPS doesn't lie, unlike everyone in the boat. About 450 miles and six gas-station stops north of Waterloo, where it all started.
Real quotes. Real geniuses. Names have not been changed, because nobody here is innocent. Fresh nuggets get leaked weekly.
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:
The long versions. Waterloo tales, trip legends, and whatever Ed collected this year. Open to every West Wahawk with the password and a working memory.
Ed shows up annually with fresh quotes from the girls of West High. That is the bar. Clear it.
Dusting off the yearbooks…
Stories, trash talk, and corrections to the official record. Legends only.
🔥 This area is for the band. What's the password? (security is very important to us)
Loading the lies…
The greatest hits up front. All 86 pieces of evidence one tap away. Crank it.