Well, I am ashamed to admit I am, That I did a very unmanly thing the other day ....When reaching into a sink of soapy water, a razor sharp knife jumped up and took a deep bite from the digital pad of my index finger rendering an ugly gash . you most likely can tell that I'm typeing with a limp. this knife attack caused me to wimper (briefly) and grimace (mildly). I spoke as a pirate  might Harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

But.. enough of that.....

Checking out the medicine cabinete and fridge, I found all ingredients are on hand,  I'll try a batch. If and When I recover, I'll let ya know.

OUCH!

That'll leave a mark!

  Watch out for flying silverware . . .

wasn't sure if this pertains to early ice trippin, autum blues , wildlife sightings , current trip reports or what, but decided to put it here under foolishness to prep for this trip, I swiged a couple gallons of punch.. and away we go,

This weekend, I made one of those early ice outings. I took photos and made notes . Short trip report is as follows :
In preperation for the rondy, I thought I'd go out to the park and scout around. I've read this eary ice trip must be done in an aluminum canoe...being a doubter, I said " nope, I'll whip up a stout birch bark canoe .. I will go .  So a couple hours later, i finished my canoe and was ready to grab some paddles and go. But, I remember.. paddles won't do.....gotta use pitch forks.....so I grab a pitcher of forks and I,m ready to go. Soon I'm way out into the middle of Q, when all of a sudden I spot a cougar that takes down a muose right there along the shore line not to far away . I 'm not surprised as I've heard of other recent photo documentarys of this. Moving along I spot  what I thought was a great horned howl attacking a beaver as it put away the winters chow.Well, I made it home and the gene pool wasn't dimished at all. Soon as I get the photos I'll post them.

The pitch forks worked fairly well, but I kept getting surface feeding fish in the tines. I think they were flying fish, but I don't fish much so I,m not sure. I do know that after a short ways I had several hundred of these fish in the bottom of my birch bark canoe, I was concerned the wardens might think I was spearing fish so I quigkly wove a gill net from the fine roots of cedar trees knowing that as soon as the wardens saw the net they would relize I was actually netting white fish thru the ice as that is open season (phew..quick thinking huh?)