nice day…

What a great day…..to be swinging like a fool monkey up in the trees taking down Christmas lighting. Well, now its done. I swear I got sun burned. And of course I created a couple more divots in the top of my head wrestling all the boxes back up into the garage loft.

So here we are on January 6th with temps pretty similar to those the day in late October that I put these fool lights up. Aside from the grass being a shade greener back then, nothing much has changed. I didn’t have any ice to fish on and the fish in the river were like they were yesterday….not cooperating. This is de-ja-vu.

Ma just showed me the mail…garden seed catalogs. Three of them. Maybe I’ll go till the garden and plant the spinach, potatoes and the onions. Something has to make this feel like winter and its for sure that the Christmas season failed miserably.

I know how you feel Tom. Xmas stuff all down and put away. I was looking thru the seed catalogs too. Too muddy to try any landscaping work from the mess that MNDOT left me from the road project. No ice safe for my fat butt. Deer season is over. Think I might go try for a few tree rats. 3 weeks and I’ll be on Winnie.

Since you got the hang of it Tom, wanna come over and take our decerations down. Nah, if my wife had her way, we would put them up when the last trick or treater left Halloween night and not take them down until Good Friday.

Its a weekend between seasons it seemed. Spent Friday evening adding rod straps to the Alumacraft and putting the Smooth Moves Seat Mount in for the drivers seat. Pretty well have it figured out just where I’ll be sitting for running the kicker motor so the seats are adjusted for that. Saturday met Nate and Makenzie out at HOF where he was buying some Okuma spinning reels, Diawa line counter reels and had Mike order him some more line counter reels too. HOF is a one stop shop. If he runs out of something [like Nate buying all the line counter reels he had in stock] he will order you what you want/need. Mike believes in taking real good care of his customers. Makenzie even got another one of her favorite items [biggest plastic bobber Mike has] for her bath tub time. You will find great service at HOF too. After talkin fishin for awhile came home and took a nap [up too late playing with the boat and then playing on here when I got home last night]. Must be getting older. Sunday will find me playing with Makenzie while Nate works at HOF. After that I’ll probably play with the boat some more. Its a good weekend to get things done because by next weekend we should have better ice with the cold spell coming through. I did drive by Foster Arends Lake on my way home from HOF and there were a bunch of people out on the ice fishing the south side of the lake. If you do go out on the ice please play it smart and be safe. Don’t go out alone. Stay in places where the others are, stay away from the middle and the beach area along with any areas that the ice looks different and be carefull. It may not be a weekend of fishing for this guy but spending most of it doing fishing relating stuff to get ready for the next season keeps a guy pumped for getting on the water whether it be hard or soft water.
Thanks, Bill

Hit for deco removal Ron. Your house has a straight eve. When you put thelights up on the eave, tie a rope to the end nearest the driveway. When it is take-down time, back your little wagon into the drive right up to the rope, tie it to the bumper, then park your car in front of the neighbor’s house to the north of you. The decorations will now be nice and straight and ready to be gently rolled up for next seasons hanging event. Tell Ma you got the idea from HINTS from the HICKS…..a rural Rochester version of Hints From Helouise shown as a regular on the Oprah show. LOL

After you get the blood wiped off and get cleaned up a little, tell Ma “Hi” for me.

Been fishin or just reading about it?

God, I can’t stop laughing Tommie. Cute, yeah the misses would really love your idea. Would have to get a home video of that. Could win the $100,000.
Nope just talking smart about fishing is all, nothing more.
However, get your long johns out mister, winter is coming.

I have a funny story about CT and his misses. If prompted, I could be encouraged to tell it.

Ron, since the good Lord took away all of the hair on top of my head, my body has developed a great growth of fuzz. I don’t need long johns….I just do a comb-overon my legs to cover the cold spots.

Tom and the missus….there would be several in that catagory, but they have not been catalogged asyet. Nor are they rated. CT makes no claims as to value, validity or cleanliness….expressed or implied.

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Ron, since the good Lord took away all of the hair on top of my head, my body has developed a great growth of fuzz. I don’t need long johns….I just do a comb-overon my legs to cover the cold spots.

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Now there’s a word picture I didn’t need!

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I have a funny story about CT and his misses. If prompted, I could be encouraged to tell it.

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OK Ron, spill the beans!

We want BEANS!

Couple of years ago, late spring, early summer, Tom and I went out to Zumbro fishing.
We get back to his place around noon and are standing in his garage, putting gear away and talking about the good day we had.
All of a sudden this squirrel starts to chatter somewhere in the back yard.
Tom quickly gets this irritated look on his face and grabs his pellet guns and heads out the back door. Apparently the sqirrels had wreaked havoc on his winter bird feeding project and he was going to get some revenge.
He takes a pot shot and misses. Takes one more shot, still a clean miss.
Now Tom starts to sneak and stalk his quarry from tree to tree. Wants to get closer.
About this time, the misses steps out the back door and gives Tom one of those looks, guys, you know that look.
She says to him in a stern voice, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
The tone of her voice was not that of a happy one.
Tom now gets this sheepish little boy look on his face like a kid that just got caught with his fingers in the cookie jar.
He slowly tries to conceal the pellet gun behind his back and he says to her, “oh nothing”.
I am standing there like a dummy with my hands in my pockets and have this stupid grin on my face.
The lady now turns and looks at me as if to say, don’t encourage him, please, do not encourage him.
She spins around, goes back into the house leaving Tom and I just standing there.
We didn’t say a word, just had that guilty look on our faces thinking, oh oh, got busted.

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Couple of years ago, late spring, early summer, Tom and I went out to Zumbro fishing.
We get back to his place around noon and are standing in his garage, putting gear away and talking about the good day we had.
All of a sudden this squirrel starts to chatter somewhere in the back yard.
Tom quickly gets this irritated look on his face and grabs his pellet guns and heads out the back door. Apparently the sqirrels had wreaked havoc on his winter bird feeding project and he was going to get some revenge.
He takes a pot shot and misses. Takes one more shot, still a clean miss.
Now Tom starts to sneak and stalk his quarry from tree to tree. Wants to get closer.
About this time, the misses steps out the back door and gives Tom one of those looks, guys, you know that look.
She says to him in a stern voice, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
The tone of her voice was not that of a happy one.
Tom now gets this sheepish little boy look on his face like a kid that just got caught with his fingers in the cookie jar.
He slowly tries to conceal the pellet gun behind his back and he says to her, “oh nothing”.
I am standing there like a dummy with my hands in my pockets and have this stupid grin on my face.
The lady now turns and looks at me as if to say, don’t encourage him, please, do not encourage him.
She spins around, goes back into the house leaving Tom and I just standing there.
We didn’t say a word, just had that guilty look on our faces thinking, oh oh, got busted.

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BUSTED!

I enjoy feeding the birds, but it is a fact that feeding birds is also feeding other critters….like Mr.Squiggles. Those fur bearing gnawing machines and I are not good company. Their presence in our yard , be it in a tree or at the feeders , is usually met with a leaded-headache.

More recently I have had to expand my target definition to included Peter of the wabbitt famiwy, wicky of the wacoon famiwy and Opie of the pahsume famiwy. And as Elmer would say, “eeeebiddy, eeeebiddy, eeeebidsdy, that’s all folks.

I know the cure for your wabbit pwobwem!