Hi. I hope your MEA weekend has been splendid. Ours has gotten off to a pretty interesting start, that is for sure. I won't go into a lot of detail, but I will tell you that it started off with our dog playing dead. We thought she was going to be pushing up daisies and in all actuality I think she's a heck of a lot smarter than we think and just didn't want us to go away. Our plan was to go away, but that went awry too when we found out that our oldest daughter was on the no-fly list (that's a long story too).
Hi. I hope your MEA weekend has been splendid. Ours has gotten off to a pretty interesting start, that is for sure. I won't go into a lot of detail,...
Hello deer, It's that time of year again where you're the only thing we can think about. I'm wondering if you know how much we think about you. As elusive as you are and as good as your senses are, I'm pretty sure you know that we have a real obsession over you. Yeah, you too dear.
I'm sleepy! It's been a heck of a run. It was elk, Walleyedan's Fishing To End Hunger walleye tournament and a couple days at Camp Ripley for the DAV and deployed soldiers deer hunt. Maybe it was all the food I consumed at Rafferty's in Nisswa. Yeah, I'll blame my sleepiness on that.
Back to civilization. Not sure I like it as much as the mountain life. We had one heck of a trip. Four of us had archery elk tags and if all would have worked perfectly, we would have been four-for-four. We ended up two-for-four, one cow and one spike bull. My brother was the first to draw blood and five minutes later our son Mac let fly at another cow.
I'm writing to you on the first day of fall, and it feels like it! The new ScentBlocker hunting clothing is hanging on the line to dry, but got wet again last night. Hopefully it's dry enough before it needs to be packed into the bag for our trip to Idaho. Archery elk, and some brother, son and daughter bonding in the mountains. It will be a mad scramble to get all of our ducks in a row before its time to go. And boy will I have a story or two when we return; remember, we're going to be hunting with brother John!
I'm sitting here in the Madison, Wis., airport waiting for a flight back to Brainerd. There is a maintenance issue so if this is the last time you hear from me ... I love you, and I'll see you in paradise.
I told you that I would keep you updated on the bear hunt. Here is the story and you will soon be able to watch the story on YouTube too. This hunt took place about 20 minutes west of Gull Lake. We started baiting just a few days prior to the opener (Sept. 1), and I went on stand that opening night ... nothing but one squirrel.
As I sit here in "Dorothy" (the old rocking chair at the office) getting a back rub (by an automated massager), I'm thinking of all the cool people we get to meet as fishing guides. Gunnar is certainly one of those people! The rest of his family are cool people, too, but Gunnar is something else. I've fished with him a number of times since spring. Each trip has had its "moments" and I would have to say it's because of all the "Gunnarisms."
Boy oh boy ... this world! I'm not even sure what to think anymore. Maybe this full, sturgeon moon has my brain tweaked a little more than normal, but I'm thinking that we are nearing the end of our time here on earth.