Look about three galaxy width's right and a bit down. It's by a lone orange star.

The lake got its name for its convoluted shape and lots of islands. The result is many get lost. I watched a big name TV fisherman filming on the lake in all the wrong spots. It was hilarious watching him and his film crew do everything wrong -- for this lake. At the end of the day they headed back to the public access but turned down Hoo Doo Bay instead of "The River" which was the right route. Hoo Doo dead ends. So he turned around and zoomed down to Dead Head Bay. Dead heads are logs that sunk with one end pointed up. All are deep enough not to endanger a boat but they collect lures like crazy. But for him the other meaning of "dead head" applied so he had to turn around and zoom back down Hoo Doo Bay. Then back down Dead Head. The camera boat dutifully following. He did this way too many times before running out of gas down at the end of Hoo Doo. The camera boat handed him a gas can and he handed the camera boat his map. After gassing up the camera boat lead him down the "The River" and back to the access. Oh yes, on his show he was stressing how important it was to study the lake maps of the lake before you ever went on it so you knew where to fish. He obviously didn't follow his own advice!

Another time a guy in a simple boat with no fishing gear or uniform stopped me. He handed me a map and asked this immortal question: "I'm not lost but can you show me on this map where I'm at?" I looked at the map. It covered only part of the lake. The parts in Clay and Lake Emma townships but we were in Thorpe Township so not on the map. I told him I couldn't. At that point he identified himself as a game warden and asked his question again. Again I had to say no. At that point he asked for ID and was going to write me up a ticket! But he wasn't lost he said so many times. In the end he admitted he was wrong and the ticket book was put away. I had to lead him back however.

Never thought of the name in the terms you suggest. But my daughter, when she was 9, was so afraid of being eaten by a big fish I should have. Though the 100 lb. snappers are more dangerous than the muskies. The carpenter that built part of my old cabin lost three fingers to one. He was hunting them at night. They are grabbed when they come up on the sand to lay eggs. He grabbed the "tail". It was the head. You can imagine the rest.

Rick