Spice. a small dose is usually best. As in food, life needs spice or it gets quite bland. So, I went fishing (so I could sample some fathers day spices on fish). I highly recommend this life spice (and the seasoning was great too). Then, I heard about a huge patch of Lady Slippers nearbyContinue reading “Life Spice With a Hint of Eternity”
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Stalking Beaver
Here I was, drifting in a canoe and minding my own business on an absolutely calm evening with the lake all to myself. I was catching a limit of crappies in the moon lit evening when the water was torpedoed by this angry beaver. Picture a cartoon character almost tipping the canoe over both waysContinue reading “Stalking Beaver”
Smokey Shadow
When we were kids, us siblings decided to sleep overnight in the huge haymow of the barn. Sleep in the hay! yea! (insert picture of actual barn) A big yard light gave off enough light through the top of the flopped open barn door to see enough, and enough dark to sleep. Maybe. The 12Continue reading “Smokey Shadow”
Honey?
Traveling through a small town close to nowhere recently, I stopped at a small gas station in Northern Wisconsin. While browsing through both short aisles for some things to munch on I could tell the young, soon to be, cashier was being trained in by an older women who seemed insistent that she call herContinue reading “Honey?”
Cold Beauty
I watched the cold foggy early morning come into the light. A magical fairyland I thought. One could just watch in awe at the transformation. The fog had rushed to form intricate crystals over everything. Odd. Something was odd, yet beautiful. I closed my morning reading, sipped my strong morning coffee brew and silently saidContinue reading “Cold Beauty”
Cold Cold Hands
“Grandpa, my hands are cold and I can’t find my gloves” said a small whimpering six year old voice behind me. I laid down my ice fishing auger and turned to see two little bare red hands extended out to me in the freezing temperatures. No gloves, 100 yards away from the semi-warm fish house,Continue reading “Cold Cold Hands”
A Bird Fiasco
The rains came, wind gusts filled the porch, the end door blew open and something came in trying to wreck the place. The grill was banging like a bear was trying to wreck it. My blood pressure began to descend when I saw the bird. A grouse flapping everywhere. Those things are dangerous in flightContinue reading “A Bird Fiasco”
Filling Dads Shoes
It’s not possible, you know, to fill dad’s shoes. Why do I even want to try? What drives one to be the hero and mentor to others just like dad? Why do I want to retrace his steps or maybe to accomplish similar feats? I don’t know. I do know it’s hard to just standContinue reading “Filling Dads Shoes”
One Cast, Two Fish Story
Its not often a fish is caught on the first cast. Two fish with one cast is, well, unusual and has the makings of another fish tale. This one is special as it’s one of dad’s oft fished lakes. It’s still hard to think that while I was fishing, dad was taking his last breaths.Continue reading “One Cast, Two Fish Story”
Gone Fishing Stories
Getting a group of fishermen together on a nice saturday morning is kind of like throwing a party for introverts. It’s hard to get people to show up. About 40 guys and a slew of boats at this little but mighty country church. I suspect a nice breakfast helped the draw. Many are friends. fatherContinue reading “Gone Fishing Stories”
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