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Fishpig wrote on Apr 18
th, 2009 at 4:28am:
I believe somebody has a hell of lot more time off than I do!!! Or less kids!....
The fellow second from left (dark beige outfit & hat) is a bit of an eccentric millionaire (billionaire?) and something of a midwestern tycoon who made a killing in fertilizers. He goes wherever he wants at any time.
Jimbo

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Fertilizer?...ok...so there is some truth there...I'll go with it.
Kawishiway wrote on Apr 1
st, 2006 at 9:58pm:
[quote author=Jimbo link=1143515791/30#35 date=1143801363]K -
Inflamed ganglia. Disconnected synapses. The results of drinking low-grade beer, no doubt... "swill", I think another QJ member/friend once called it at a local QJ get-together. I have since upgraded my brew selection but, alas, it has done nothing for my memory.
I even forgot to mention the part about your vanishing food pack!
Jimbo 8)
Ahh..the missing food pack…
In over a decade of canoe camping I’ve yet to loose my lunch to a bear. The first few years I may have over done it most times, hanging the food bag better than it need be, almost becoming a ritual, until, well, the year of the 1st annual BWJ.
I realized I have gotten lazy over the years looking for simpler ways to canoe camp, even resorting to hanging my pack over the side of a cliff or rock, thinking bears can’t be that smart, or be brave enough to jump off a cliff on to a pack, doing what it takes to severe the pack from it’s rope, however….
At the BWJ, I did just that…hung my pack off a rock cliff on the Island we were camped on that eve. Upon waking the next morn, going to retrieve my food pack, scratching my head seeing the rope no longer taunt, and to my dismay overlooking the cliff was no food pack. Only the end of a rope dangling in the wind playfully.
I stood there for a moment in disbelief. Gratefully I was with a group, but the thought of needing to pawn food from others that were also on rations, considering weight issues regarding paddling to the heart of the Quetico, was not appealing.
After gathering my thoughts I decided to scout the shores for my missing food pack. Just maybe I hadn’t done a good job with the knot, or there was something left floating along the shores of Cairn Lake.
About then Woods Walker approached and asked, “”What’s wrong K”?
I said to WW, “Look”.
WW replied, “I knew I should have said something last night, but it looked to me like you didn’t do a very good job with your knot, and that you might not have hung your food bag out of reach of a good sized bear”.
I wanted to argue with Woods Walker, but the facts spoke for them selves. At the end of my rope, hanging over the cliff, was nothing but air. My food pack was now, perhaps at the bottom of the lake, in the stomach of a bear, or had floated to another shore. I decided to head out in my Wenonah prism kayak to look for my food pack.
It was then that Woods Walker told me that Pink Flamingo’s had a dark side.
WW said “The Flamingos had grabbed my food pack early that morning while I was still snoring and hid it in the bush. He and QP had watched the whole thing. That if I looked closely there was one flamingo pointing the way to my missing food pack.
After scouting the Island I found an honest flamingo, pointing the way to my missing food pack. It was April 1st in the bush.
k
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Woods_Walker wrote on Apr 21
st, 2009 at 1:09am:
Good times, Good people & Good memories...
Fertilizer... I resemble that remark!

k