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Name: Ken
Country: United States
State: Minnesota
Metro: Minneapolis
Gender: Male
Interests: hiking, biking, kayaking,fishing, hunting,snowshoeing and my old canoe
Expertise: getting in it deep
Occupation: making lighting and other asso
Industry: power generation equipment
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Member Since:
1/29/2006
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Chew and I just got in from what was probably the most arduous fiking trip we have ever taken.
We scaled up and down ravines so steep that I navigated them by sliding down on one hip and scaled them on all fours.
We were not welcomed
Jays cayed at us, squirrels barked, an eagle screeched. The deer refused to stay and play with the dog but in all fairness at least they waved goodbye to him as the sprinted across a shallow section of the river into Wisconsin.
A pair of otters showing their typical air of superiority chose to ignore us until a beaver slapped its tail souring the mood.
Even the fish had a disdain for any lure I packed in; it seems the only creatures that embraced our prescience were the indestructible deer ticks.
It’s all right, I always appreciate my time in the valley and I think Chew just enjoys being with his ‘pack’ | | |
| Dry leaves work almost as good as snow
But not quite
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Today was our last paddle, always something of a melancholic day for Trusty and me.
By Minnesota standards this November has been exceptionally mild, the nights have formed skim ice on the ponds but the sun has pushed daylight temperatures to near fifty.
But the water temperature has dropped to the point where even the neoprene gloves cannot ward off the bite.
So the boats are stored, the bikes are hung and the deer rifles oiled and back into the cabinet
Time to wax skis and check snowshoe bindings, plan a new rout and look over topo maps; too much time on my hands during the tween seasons
I think the geese are glad to see us gone | | |
| Itty girl needed a picture taken because she is now an Herbal Life (?) success story
Not really sure what that means but I do know she was in good enough shape to keep up with her "poor old broken down dad" this year in Itasca. | | |
| There was a blow up of a photograph taken in 1925 in our suite this past weekend. The young man was a dead ringer for me at about that age.
I arrived hours before Trusty and Itty and it caught my eye immediately; the same was true for the girls when they walked into the main room.
It gave me sort of a creepy feeling in a way, not unlike seeing the photograph at the end of ‘The Shining’
I do seem to be able to find deer for Itty and swans for Trusty, two years ago I found the spring that starts LaSalle Creek, and our fathers even had the same occupation.
I still don’t believe in reincarnation but I will say this,
Good lookin kid
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