Subject: SKEETERVILLE PROBE
BEHIND THE JETTY
For the most part, the past two weeks weather was great, with a few days even
better than that.
Fishing of course, as always, was absolutely fantastic. Catching though was on
the slow side. With a couple of, really slow, catching sessions to keep us
humble. I ordered an Angus Burger at the Rock Harbor Lodge this past week, and
believe me. It was fantastic. Now,.... I haven't raised Angus beef for twenty
five years. Heck I haven't raised any kind of beef, ever. I have however, owned
a pair of Levi's, and, several pairs of cowboy boots. Come to think about it,
I've even ridden a horse or two. Not to mention a fair ability to "sling the
bull". I don't have a clue in the world, about how expensive it is to raise
Angus beef. I can tell you one thing for sure however. "If it's food, and, if
it comes from Arnesen's Rock Harbor Lodge kitchen, It's fabulous and that's
being extremely conservative. ==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible ==================================
My Nephew Casey Moe (A. K.'S youngest son) came to the lake this past weekend
with our oldest son Jeff. With Saturdays weather better suited for surf
boarding than fishing. We went for a short spin over the waves with the
Thompson and returned to shore for land based fun and frolic.
Sunday, with waves not quite as high and a little farther apart. We went
straight out in front of the lodge. Humility will keep me from saying within
two minutes of dropping our hooks in the water, who hauled in a Walleye. That
same humility will keep me from saying how big it was. Then, before the boys
had a chance to finish their first pop and candy bar. WHAM! Casey was telling
us, (and the whole world) he had a big fish on. I looked at his rod and sure
enough. It was bent darn near under the boat. Then, like a real true sportsman,
I said, "Casey, you've got a Rock Bass sure as heck". (yes, I did say heck)
Casey, without missing a lick responded, "Yah (that's Norwegian for, you dummy,
can't you tell the difference between a fish and a rock) if it is I'm bringing
it in the boat. Sure enough. With the finesse of Marlin Perkins, and the
patience of a specialist at Mayo Clinic, Casey pulled a Northern up along side
the boat that put an inch and a half of shade on both ends of a yard stick.
I'm not sure if it was the "slightly rough water", or, the excitement of
catching a lunker. One or the other seemed to make Casey want to "chum" over
the other side of the boat, if you catch my drift.
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Speaking of the lake, rough water and ultimately rough rides. This past
Friday night, Curt and Deb Howe stopped by or motorhome on the way to their
"Rocky Point retreat". Curt is in charge of most of the park and recreation
stuff, in Thief River Falls.
Curt mentioned he had received a call from someone from my town
(Grafton) wondering about any problems one might expect from having a rodeo in
an ice arena. Evidently Thief River has already hosted a rodeo event in their
Huck Olson arena. Although Curt used a little more "colorful" language, and
expounded to greater length than room allows hear. He said, in a nutshell.
You'll be lucky if you ever get all the "cow dung" out of the rafters. Bugger,
heck, shucks, darn jeepers, gosh, Curt said, the only people that win at
rodeo's like that, are the folks that sell the hay for the horses.
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Speaking of fishing. I learned this morning that my friend (at least he was
before I started writing about him) Greg Dusek took another trip north of the
border (Canada) to Haley's on the English River. He didn't get a chance to tell
us how fishing was, this morning. By the time he finish explaining how they
checked out everything they owned going across the border. (It sounds like they
even checked under the label in his shorts) And, by the time he explained how,
and what, the Early Canadians wanted to let them cross their reservation, 50
dollars Canadian, or 35 dollars American. (I guess they decided to go with the
35 dollars American.) And, by the time he explained the "fine" facilities the
Early Canadians had set up to extract Americans money, it was time to go. It
always amazes me, how fast a full bladder can end an interesting conversation.
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TIDE SOAP
Am I the only one that wonders why there are so many different color caps on
Tide Soap bottles? Am I the only one that doesn't understand soap prices?
Just this morning, I was told to stop and pick up a bottle laundry soap. "Just
get the regular", I was told.
With Gregs Early Canadian fishing story still banging around in my head. I
stopped at the store. I wondered as I walked in. What's regular? Is it the
bottle with the white cap, red cap, pink or blue, I wondered. What if I get the
wrong one and my clothes shrink even more than they already have this summer.
Buck up I thought, (that's a rodeo term) as I passed the grocery cart station.
I walked right to the laundry soap area without even looking at the Snicker
bars. (I could kill for a Snicker bar) Then, wouldn't you know it. A sale sign
right under the very soap I think I want. 100 ounces for 7.99 (I think it said)
regular 9.99 (I think it said) Then, as I looked over a ways, there was a large
empty space on the shelf with a sign that said 200 ounces 12.9 something (I
think it said). I can't be absolutely certain the caps would have been the same
color because there wasn't any there. I can only wonder if "maybe" It cost a
lot more money getting the stains out of my underwear with the 100 ounce,
regular. Then, much to my chagrin, as I set the (on sale for 7.99 I think) 100
ounce regular (blue cap) bottle down at the register. The nice lady scanned the
jug, smiled and said, "10.62 please". With the small amount of wind I had left
in me, I asked. Isn't this the regular 100 liquid tide the sign says is on
sale? Too which I received a giant smile and a suuurre response as I was handed
my 9.38 cents change from a twenty dollar bill.
I may never understand the soap business, how, or why, it is sold the way it
is. I will, however, try and minimize the need for as much of it in my "fruit
of the Looms" in the future. ==================================
To the city of Grafton, and any other city in North Dakota, AND, the State of
North Dakota. M.C.I Bus Company, has announced another major layoff.
As time slips away, and bladder contents run into the Red River of the North,
passed the M.C.I assembly plant in Pembina. So too will the good money we have
invested in M.C.I. turn foul. ==================================
ROAD RUNNER ERRAND SERVICE:
It's a NO CHARGE errand service.
I don't know anything about it other than it appears as though "Clients" or
former residents of Graftons State Developmental Center have gone into the
errand business.
It is free of cost, so we can be assured it must be State run. It's hours are
from 8:00am to 3:30pm Monday thru Friday, which is another indication it's
state run. Their "business card" also mentions the fact the they are NOT
AVAILABLE WEEKENDS OR HOLIDAYS. I'm not sure what, if any, mile limitations
have been imposed. If someone out there somewhere would like a errand run.
Contact Maplewood 2 at the Grafton State Developmental Center, 701-352-4476.
Maybe I should be having them pick up my laundry soap. And so it goes.
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Does anyone out there know anything about a black four door (suicide rear
doors) 1940 Oldsmobile, with 62,600 actual miles? This thing has a set of horns
under the hood that makes a freight train sound like a putt putt car. Has
anyone out there ever owned one? ==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
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Judging by our mail box the past two weeks. Everyone else must be on vacation
as well.
P.S.
Thanks for the note John. I am going to have to dig for the bullet hole
address. I will find it, somehow,......somewhere.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are, before
it's to late.
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