Yester-year
One of my dad’s sayings when I was young (the first 18 years of my life) was “If you pull another stunt like that…” and some type of age appropriate consequence was named. The bad part was he often didn’t mention which stunt he was talking about. “Don’t look at me like you don’t know what I am talking about! Usually he was thinking of only one of the three or four potential stunts possible (I think).
Throughout my life, my risk/reward analysis system of decision making has been lopsided toward the reward side. I now have a grandson like that, I sigh and cringe while watching. The little guys hands and feet are quite a ways ahead of his thought process. May he live to see his grandkids, bless his crazy heart. I wrote about him in “Cold Cold Hands” possibly my best writing piece when I had less readers.

Last Week
One would think I have learned to play on the safe side of life. NOoooo. Being side lined with a neck injury for a couple weeks made me looking for a crack in the door to get outside and go fishing. Never mind that it was -40 F for 4 nights in a row with minimal warming in the day. Never mind the wind chill factors that might freeze ones face off in less than a minute riding on an ATV from the shop to my fishing spot on the lake. Never mind all my equipment was sitting outside in my fishing sled and froze solid. I went fishing
When my life is replayed for me on judgement day I’ve asked the Lord if he couldn’t delete this part. I actually didn’t do anything wrong but everything went wrong. Murphy showed up. You have had those times right??
I dressed in my extreme cold weather gear. The ATV started. I hooked up the fishing sled. I made it to the fishing spot. All is well! It’s -25F with wind chill -50. I’m still warm, life is good on the lake. I drink in the frozen beauty through frosted eyelashes. I am 100% giddy . I should have gone home.

The ice auger started but the throttle was stuck on idle. I found the little lever that the throttle spring was suppose to control and put it forcibly on full throttle with a pliers I found in the ATV (amazed myself at being so prepared) and started the auger again. At full throttle the auger didn’t want to drill a hole anywhere, instead it wanted to drill everywhere and tried to catch my heavy coveralls on the sides. I had visions of the auger getting away from me and going down the lake on it’s side and taking out other peoples fish houses. I finally found the other handle with the hand that pulled on the starter rope and managed to contain my wild auger by drilling a hole in the ice. As I am drilling the thought occurred to me that I couldn’t slow down the auger as it punched a hole in the lake. My thought came to fruition as the powerful auger pulled the lake water up the hole and over my coveralls and boots. I lifted up the auger out of the hole bringing the water with it over knee high and started drilling another hole immediately while cradling the motor with one arm to free up a hand to hit the “off” button. Whew, close call. I am now only 75% giddy but ready to fish.
I pitched the ice fishing shelter, pulled out my propane tank and tried to hook up my heater, The coupler was froze, it wouldn’t turn so I took out a match and heated the brass with a match. a quarter turn and it was froze again. I tried and tried but it was a no-go fishing without heat situation. Something caught my eye as I was putting the heater away, the coupler O ring seal was broken. It would have leaked propane gas if I had connected it and upon lighting a match the fish house could have burst into flames and burned down. Whew…close one. I stowed my potential flame thrower in the sled. I am now 50 % giddy.
I fished for an hour in the fish house with no heat, no fish, the wind picking up and my ice fishing hole as well as my fishing line freezing up. I pack up to go home. The ATV grinds over but will not start. I try again and again. I pause and switch it on and off. It’s colder. Finally as the battery is dying and it’s on it’s last juices it actually starts and I can drive home. I arrive home with face frozen, parts of me cold and no fish. I am now 0% giddy.

I parked the ATV and sled in the shop and walked on our icy drive to the house. I spotted my wife bringing our dog around the bend from a short walk and decided to hunch low and take a couple of skips sideways to get a reaction out of the dog (you know, growl at me or something and then wag his tail in pure admiration). I had my new extreme boots on, which are not made or recommended for anything but walking or sitting in extreme weather, they caught on each other and I fell awkwardly. I landed wrong and cracked a rib. -25% on giddy-ness now. I wish it were not a familiar feeling. My wife knew where to look for the elastic band used for broken ribs.

Today
So, here I sit looking out the window again drinking coffee and other hot beverages with the camera handy, lots of reading, thinking time in these much warmer drab days. There has not been much to shoot but the evening moons and a stray owl. I would laugh at my comedy of errors but it hurts to laugh.
No one one gets a stunt double in living out this physical life. Sometimes I sure could use one. I live mostly fearless even in these troubled times. Why? God has his finger on my life’s buttons, not a virus, not the governments decisions and not what’s not in the bank account. I realized in all my recent mishaps that I actually have a stunt double for my appropriate consequence with God, who is the central part of my life. All so I could know Him and have a relationship with Jesus Christ who died and then beat death, a stunt I know I cannot do. I have chosen to accept that stunt double in my place. 100% giddy over that!

Getting fishing again? A cautious 15% giddy and gaining. Meanwhile there’s moon watching and the owl poses nearby.
Gary
Lines cut from scenes:
“Am I in heaven?” “No, you are in whoville” OK wrong line in wrong movie.
Daughter: “You are too hurt to go fishing!” Me: “hold my coffee”
Gary, you had me laughing! I even read “Cold, Cold Hands” again before finishing this post because I could see you were on a roll. Priceless. Having spent a few days and nights in cold cold arctic weather (-40F) while in the military, I was on the verge of having flashbacks there for a second or two, but I thankfully pushed them away. Mental note to remember, at -25F just about everything stops working and that includes us. I loved the “giddy” percentages. You should put that into a book with pictures for your grandson because there is something warm and beautiful about your tale. And I wouldn’t want to actually wager on it, but I’m pretty sure Jesus was smiling. Thank you for sharing. Blessing!
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Thanks Bruce. Your comment warmed my heart. It was actually painful to type while chuckling at myself. Yes, anything below -10 in my book has a chance of not working or breaking down. I know about flashbacks, glad you kept them in their box.
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And you lived to share the tale!
I’m guessing you have lots of tales up that cold, cold arm of yours (I liked the one about your grandson, and I’m glad to read he’s still alive).
Take care. I don’t want to read someone else’s story on this blog about how you didn’t make it.
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I had a boss one time tell me I was dangerous to be around. I quickly corrected him…”I’m just adventurous and spread the adventure wherever I go….it’s all in the perspective.
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You’re a bad boy Gary! And, I’m sure, you’ll never learn you lessons. Thankfully, you have a Good Shepherd watching over you! I know whereof I speak brother. We are toast without Him! 😁
My prayers go out to our Jesus for your complete recovery!
Love you brother,
Ron
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I know Ron, but I thought the fish might be biting, the auger and the heater would work and the ATV would start. Now I know that I can’t dance with big boots on. Thanks for prayers. I fixed the typo at my end,
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Gary,
Your comments are as entertaining to read as your story! Of course, you have some wonderful friends here chiming in with wonderful insights! Now I’m going back to read “Cold Cold Hands”. I’d forgotten the “stunt” line my own father used when framing our shenanigans as kids. That warmed my heart as much as your story. I agree with the others, put this story in a book with photos! Beautiful work!
Deb
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Thanks Deb. Yes, memories of dads word usage: precious. Dads definition of a stunt was doing something way out of bounds. He would make us think that he knew way more than he actually did, that he could read our minds so we could never get away with it. He must have realized many times over that we were just like him at that age. Later in life I would know the feeling.
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Gary, sorry for your cracked rib, but I got several chuckles from your post. Your comments about your father’s sayings struck a chord. My Dad was always “at the ready” to offer critical comments although I wasn’t allowed to comment when he did something dumb.
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Thanks Tom. I watched the different parent child dance on discipline with my friends. Of all of them they pretty much agreed I got the best deal. It was a sobering thot. I dont ever remembering being critical of my folks. Their dumb stuff was usually admitted in front of us so we knew what a confession was and forgiveness was modeled. I was more in fear of them finding out the rest of my continuous misdeeds.
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Great tale Gary with a touch of comedy and a good ending, you made it safely home. I like what you said about being fearless because God in in control of your life. Amen!
Hope you are not in too much pain. Get better soon,
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Thanks Crissy. Ya, I was almost clicking my boots together chanting “theres no place like home”.
Ribs will heal. Plotting my next outing with a back up plan.
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Wow. You really are an adventurous person. Glad you got back home safe.
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I like that assessment. Adventurous. A close fried just emailed me telling me I needed close supervision and mentoring. He seemed mad. I think its because I haven’t taken him fishing lately.
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Take him fishing now, Gary. Teach him a lesson! 😂
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Oh I wish I could G.W. He is waiting on surgery right now for both artificial knees and learn to walk again.
I told him we could drive the car down to the lake and he could fish out of the window.
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Ooops. my bad. Sounds like the Border waters is a dangerous habitat. Two knee replacements, cracked rib, and an injured neck. Almost frost bite from artic bite. wild ice augur goes into the ice, filets fish, comes back up tries to filet you, ATV takes a nap while your adrenalin speeds up to keep you from freezing while you wait.
Yep. And you tell a story so well you make it sound like a fun adventure. Just a walk in the park. But it IS a good adventure story, so you got that going for you! And sitting here nice an’ warm I’m just chuckling. 😊
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Thanks G.W.
Well it’s’ not my knees it’s a friends. I can still ski the mountains (I might be thinking I’m younger than reality but…) All I have is a bad neck and rib. Now that the weather is warming up I’m getting wistful about another adventure, only a tame one.
There is something to taking everything as an adventure. Some day we will look back on our lives and see the adventure of it all. I guess I’m wired for it, including making it seem like everyone should get in on it.
Now your explanation of my story sounds like I’m living on the wild side, LOL
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LOL. I did stretch it a little bit. But just enough to stretch it into a yarn to be recited to children for generations to come. You will be a small boys legendary adventurer. Maybe even with your own action figures!
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LOL G.W. What’s in your coffee?
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Smiles. Glad you liked the word. 😀
Haha. 😁
I guess you both need a fishing trip together. 😊
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Good story. Loved it!
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Thanks mark, I will remember that 2 1/2 hours of my life for awhile…well, till the rib heals anyway.
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Great shot of the owl. Oh, if only we had our stunt doubles for the nutty times in life. Love it, Gary. Dashing our foot against a stone. God’s warm grip – Alan
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Thanks Alan. When I was a kid I was enthralled with the concept of a “whipping boy” I think I got a swat for suggesting my little brother could be mine. Ya, lots of foot stone dashings.
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Now that I am done reading and know that you are ok (well minus the rib) I can envision this as an episode featuring Tim Conway in Dorf Goes Fishing. The episode would be titled “Ice Capades.” Though in all seriousness, I do believe your experience illustrates Psalm 139:2-5.
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I know Beth. I can envision the Lord (Knowing what wil happen) saying “hey angels, have a gander at this ole boy, it’s gonna be good” Ya, Tim Conway could sure do that and maybe not get hurt.
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Well done! Enjoyed this post. But I’m sorry for your frozen appendages and cracked rib. 😦
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Thanks Sara. One would think I have had enough crazy experiences to anticipate unintended consequences and nip them in the bud, but Noooo.
I’m all good now except the rib may take up to 4 months to be back to normal (according to an expert) which means in my optimistic brain I should be good to go in a couple of weeks.(eye roll).
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Ouch! Prayers for healing but something tells me you won’t be sitting still very long. 🙂
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Thanks Stephanie, No not long. I have talked a nephew into going fishing with me tomorrow. He will pretty much do everything. Set up portable fish house, drill holes, and any heavy lifting. I will guide him to the spot where fish tend to hang out and I am supplying the bait. I am also letting him use my camping gear for a wilderness trip so more than fair….I’m thinking 3 or 4 fishing trips worth?
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Love the photo of the owl! You do not lead a boring life! “Cold Cold Hands”, was a great post. You are so right; the fire of love that Christ has lit within our hearts is meant to stay warm. A life well lived is one in which we tend to that firelight and share it with those around us.
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Thanks so much Linda. The owls hang around here and hoot loudly at night. They sound meaner than in the movies for some reason. and, “Fire”. There are so many analogies and illustrations to draw from fire beyond roasting marshmallows and making smores, with a side of hot chocolate or cider.
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We have owls that live in our back woods. I love to listen to them. Your photo is amazing. You have such a gift with your photography. I look forward to seeing your pictures!
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I am humbled Linda. In my mind I have a good camera some good lenses and I point and shoot with some adjustments. and Thank You
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Oh my. This adventure could have turned into a nightmare at several junctions. YIKES! Tame adventures from now on sound like a good idea, don’t you think.? Your wife and grandson will thank you. Hey! You could become known for your WISDOM, Gary, instead of someone in need of a stunt double! How does that sound?!
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Oh yes Nancy, becoming known for wisdom sounds quite attractive about now.
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Close call with the heater! I’ve lit a camping stove on fire that was leaking through the connection hose. It was a disaster that destroyed the stove. I can’t image a heater with a fishing shelter. EEK. Oh, and great picture of the owl!
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It was a close call Jennifer. It could have been really bad in that cold weather.
The owl hun around the house all day. A Big one and I would not have liked to be a rabbit in the yard
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Wowza! I love that you can find the comical side of all this… Probably a good thing we don’t live near one another… Just sayin’
This full story is like a vegetable garden… So exciting to til and plant and grow and harvest and by the end of Fall – “Thank God that’s over!” Then Spring – “I can’t wait to get my garden in!”
I hope you heal quickly, brother! There are fish needing to be caught!
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Thanks Kevin. I will be better soon if I don’t do one of those “Here, hold my coffee” things. If we were neighbors I’m quite sure there would be more stories as well as fish fries.
At some point, when my day gets caught on a nasty track into “crazy” one must just laugh and reset..
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Yeppers!
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Wow! A marvelous stunt double! The One we all need…even if we aren’t ice fishing! A marvelous blog. I’m not going to laugh at your ice mishaps because it hurts me to think of how much it hurt you.
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It’s Ok to laugh Stephanie. If I didn’t I might have a complex.
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You are a glutton for punishment (LOL).
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My psychologist brother has big words and long foreign explanations and would agree with you Anna.
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That was beautiful, and funny, and sad at times, this is why our love! Thank you, Gary. Okay
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What I was trying to say is, that is why I loved it!
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Thanks Terri. I think my rib is healed enough to laugh most of my mishap off. I know that you know the harsh reality that there are no do overs on our part. Even Christ being our “stunt double” means we don’t have to die for ourselves (the good news). The bad news is no stunt doubles for anything else that happens in life.
If there were do-overs my wife would not have gone on a highly stressful mission trip with a bunch of teenagers not knowing she was pregnant. The result was a beautiful daughter born severely handicapped. We still take care of her 39 years later. So, I spent the last month not being able to help much on the physical side of care giving.
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Hey Gary, quite the fishing excursion I’d say! What could go wrong did! Makes you wonder about that saying ” A bad day of fishing is better than a good day of work” Perhaps in your case — maybe not so much this time? Lol! Still, I’m thinking you’ve exhausted a years worth of bad Mo-jo in one day. That makes for clear sailing from here on in. Take care now!
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That’s probably the only fishing trip I would sit out if I had a day do-over. Being I can laugh at myself without the ribs hurting, I can tell the story round the campfire…problem is, people laugh more than they should…I’m hoping my bad mo-jo barrel is on E for the year.
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Love your story. It had both my husband and I in stitches. Can’t wait to read Cold, Cold Hands.
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I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I still can’t believe I created or found myself having drama issues while fishing. Then to top off my trip with an embarrassing fall.
My siblings have gotton a lot of poking fun mileage out of it.
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It happens to the best of us. I’m sure God gets a big kick out of His well intentioned, prankster children. He does have a sense of humor.
I had tp start over on my reply and had much more to say in this response, but somehow the whole story disappeared. 😂 I know what happened, Murphy showed up… Next time I write something, I’ll copy and paste or write in my note app, and transfer over. Sometimes wjen working on the internet and smartphones, something goes awry and comments disappear….. Glad to know you’re almost healed. It’s not as fast of a process as it used to be as we meander into the sunset days of our journey toward home. I’m glad we can glance back and laugh at some of our foibles. Boy am I thankful Gods mercies are new every morning. Thanks for visiting my blog. I’m sort of green behind the ears except when I start waxing poetic. But in the meantime, I’m having too much fun reading about others, and the followers comments.
So take care, have fun fishing with your nephew, and God bless.
Susan ♡
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Thanks for your comment Susan. When my computer erases a part or all I hit control Z on the computer and it backs up to where you were before (most of the time). just a tip.
Oh ya, Im bringing the camera fishing!
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I have an incredible, and quite pricey Nikkon camera I’m embarrassed to say I need to get out of storage and dust off. I let the battery go dead, we had moved a couple times, and the interest in capturing great pictures had waned. It has so many features on it, I didn’t take the time or a class to learn what interesting pictures I could be taking. I’m retired now, so I have no excuse to at least try.
The last photo I had taken was August 21, 2017. The reason I remember the date is because it was of the total solar eclipse. I ordered a bunch of solar eclipse sunglasses to have and give away to family and neighbors, plus bought the shield to cover the lens and our telescope. Great pictures…
Any hoo 🙃…I hope you got my email regarding your devotional page.
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Not to bear bad news Susan but your quite pricey Nikkon camera will plumet in price as new models come out because they want to sell you a very pricy upgrade. The good news is for the cost of new batteries, your Nikon will take priceless pictures for the priceless blogs you will be putting out.
Yep got the email and thanks
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Thanks for the tip. I’m getting a new battery.
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Fortunately I was finished with my coffee when I read Stunt Double! It would have been coming out my nose with my laughter!! 😂
I have finally learned at 68 (last year) to quit climbing on statues. (See https://capost2k.wordpress.com/2016/09/04/where-was-god-when-i-fell/ and https://capost2k.wordpress.com/2016/08/31/ohhh-my-aching-broken-back/). I only fell from one more statue after the events of August, 2016, and it was not nearly as severe, but convinced me to let younger adventurers climb them.
Still have to keep band-aids on hand though, for small work I sometimes do. 😉
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LOL, I wonder if there is a point in our lives where are body gets suspicious of our mind telling us we are still young enough and limber enough. In my mind, at 65, cliff dive and do 12 portages a day in the wilderness with my canoe. Add to that…. I can still almost dunk a basketball (almost was the best ever feat on the court) in my head after having stretched out some achy joints and hobbled from the bedroom to the coffee pot in the morning. I gotta read some of your posts, I suspect our DNA looks suspiciously closer than tracing back to Noah.
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Most likely true about the genealogy. Post is a German name, as is Fultz, so we might be cousins. 😱
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My daughters family is there living the dream in Bowling Green so they say.
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I knew it, lol… you are a prolific storyteller and provide nuggets for living in the process!
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