Found this on line bit of an interesting story, planning on catching some of the Kinosoo's ancestry this winter....
The legend of the Kinosoo
There was an eerie calm on the water as the Indian brave paddled across the great lake to reach his only true love, a trip he made on a regular basis without incidence. With only half the distance left to go, as he paddled past the mouth of French Bay, he heard a thundering splash roar up beside him. There was no time to react before the behemoth fish would inflict his wrath upon the brave. The next day the Indian maiden waited, even though hope had long since faded of her brave ever returning to her alive. News of the canoe they found, with a large missing chunk from what looked like the bite of a giant fish, saddened the girl. The canoe belonged to her betrothed, whom she never saw again after that fateful night he ran into Kinosoo, the legend of Cold Lake. So the legend goes of the big fish of the past that kept Indians from crossing the lake for many years to follow.
