|Posted by Bobby Bass on October 29, 2014 at 1:20 AM||comments (0)|
LOOKING RATHER BLEAK on this end of Lake Iwanttobethere. Over the past few days the leaves on the maple trees that have been hanging on just kind of gave up the good fight and fell to the ground. Apple trees are still holding on to their green leaves but they are not holding any apples for the second season in a row. Well there are eight apples on the one tree that turned red late and emerged from behind the green leaves. I was thinking of picking them for a pie but then I thought I would just leave them up there and see what happens to them. My neighbor across the road hearing I was apple poor gave the wife two bags of apples for pie making. The neighbor knows how I can get without my fall apple pie. The wife made three pie's day before yesterday and brought one of them over to the neighbor who gave us the apples, I did complain a little telling the wife that the neighbor probably has more pie then we do.
Civilization has reached its long skinny finger of asphalt that much closer to the cabin. The newly rebuilt roadway that my driveway ends up on is pretty much all done and the day before yesterday they painted a yellow line down the center. Still not totally done but they are getting closer and no longer will I have to take detours or put on my old white hard hat and orange vest and pretend I am one of them as I drive around barricades. Of course having the Puddle Humper on the trailer behind the Tahoe might be a give away but I am already past them but the time they see the boat. With the new roadway I am sure I will see a mess of bikers riding the new ribbon next summer. Have already heard many a story from Elmer talking of the old days of having to ride a horse to get to the cabin, I think he might be embellishing it a tad but then again Elmer is a pretty old coot.
Been working on the do list and things are getting wrapped up here. Work trailer is put away and covered in its blue tarp. Wheel barrow is leaning on its side up by the fire wood pile and the splitting maul is leaning against the stump. Tiller is cleaned and tucked away in the back of the garage and there is an open spot where the snow blower should be. I have not bought one to replace the old one that died last winter. I have been at the General Store a few times eyeing one that Big Earl has. Don't want to seem to interested in it as he will know I need one. My neighbor Chuck has a plow truck that he has been wheeling and dealing with his brother over. The truck has been sitting there for a couple of seasons in storaage but just last week the plow finally arrived for it and Chuck stuck it on the truck. He is thinking a couple off passes with the old plow truck would save him a ton of time as it would move a lot more snow then the tractor. Thing is we need to get some snow and make some snow piles, the dump truck does not have the greatest brakes and we would need some banks for it to hit to make sure it stops. I say we because he already promised he would come over and plow both my drive and Elmer's.
Kind of a gloomy dark day here at the Lake today. Few rain showers fell this morning but even though it is damp out it is not dripping wet. Am thinking that me and Duncan will go take a walk here. With the leaves pretty much all down it is time to leave the single shot twenty gage in the cabinet and take out the side by side double. Have to put twice as many shells in my pocket and maybe an extra bone or two for Duncan. Lots of work to still do outside but it is a little cool to be working out in the damp. Funny thing it is just the right temperature for dragging your boots through wet quiet leaves on a damp trail with a dog here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on October 25, 2014 at 2:05 PM||comments (0)|
GRAND DAUGHTER TOOK a spill on her bike and the daughter asked if I would come over and take a look at the bike. First off the granddaughter is OK as it is getting hard to get hurt riding a bike these days. The days of riding a bike without a helmet and full body armor have past. Not that I am complaining to much about that as I am getting to the age that it might be a good idea for me to start wearing body armor. Yesterday I patched the sidewalk and I was backing up to admire my work and tripped on a trowel. Just about took a tumble but managed to stay up right. Elmer is right when he says you need to watch your step the older you get.
So I went to the daughter's house and saw the bike resting against the living room wall, I didn't see any damage but the daughter said the granddaughter was complaining it does not shift right. I looked at it and saw that it was one of the eighteen gear thingies with a lot of chain and screws and springs and told the daughter it is out of my league but I could spend some time and tinker with it. Daughter told me that was OK she just needed me to bring it down to the Spokes N Wheels, it was due for a tune up anyway.
I have driven by the Spokes n Wheels Shop many a time just never stopped, I parked out front and pulled the bike out of the back of the Tahoe and rode it in... Ya right, I held on to the handle bar and pushed it in. Pretty fancy door as I came up on it and it opened upward for me, I was impressed. Inside rows and rows of bikes and all of them had yellow tags hanging from the handlebars with a lot of numbers on them. The inexpensive cheap bikes of my youth were not going to be found here. I made my way to the service counter where a young guy wearing a hat that said BIKE TECH. He took my information and then came around to look over the granddaughters bike. He picked it up and spun the back tire and said that a GEAR GUY would have to look at it. I asked how long would that be and in said in just a few minutes.
I figured I would wait so I browsed a little and quickly came to the conclusion that I am glad I am not in need of buying a bike. I did see a row of bikes that were more in line with what I paid in the past and asked the guy with the hat about them, he told me they were day rentals and not for sale. I just nodded my head and went to look at the wall of body armor, helmets and padded fingerless gloves. I turned back to see the bike tech guy looking over the granddaughters bike and I walked over. He was now sporting a GEAR GUY hat and I just smiled as it is not unusual to wear many different hats here at Lake Iwanttobethere. Ten minutes later and the bike was pronounced good to go and no there was no charge, he even rolled it out to the Tahoe and put it in for me. Told him thanks and was on my way, I give the Spoke N Wheel Shop a thumbs up for service.
Dropped the bike off at the daughter's house and took the back road back to the cabin. I was driving slow and looking over the gravel shoulder for some grouse as you never know when you are on these back roads. I was thinking of my old bike, a Jc Higgins three speed and where I used to ride it and the trouble I got into it with it, Glad I didn't have eighteen speeds back then, that would have been an accident just waiting to happen here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on October 22, 2014 at 8:45 PM||comments (0)|
MUST BE ONE of them kind of days here at Lake Iwanttobethere. This morning I had to run into town and do a few errands, had a few projects and I needed to pick up some things. Nice sunny day so I thought I would patch a few cracks on the sidewalk that runs out to the garage. Been meaning to do it but just ran out of summer. I called Big Earl at the General Store and he said he had some premixed pail stuff that would do the trick. I was all for that as I didn't want to make a big deal out of mixing up some cement, figured that would be a project for next summer. I had some bills to mail but was out of stamps so my first stop was the Post Office where I ran in to my first part time employee of the day.
Now normally here at Lake Iwanttobethere we are pretty high tech, as least as high tech as we want to be and still be able to call ourselves a small town. I figured I was going to have one of them days when I went inside the Post Office to find a young feller working the window and before him a small hand written sign said CLOSED- INTERNET DOWN I said good morning to him and asked for ten first class stamps, he pointed to the sign and just said sorry. I looked over the top of my glasses and repeated myself, Ten first class stamps please. He pointed at the sign and said he can't sell any stamps with out the Internet. I was about to say something when Mark the postmaster came around the corner and opened the drawer and handed me ten first class stamps. I gave him a five dollar bill and he gave me change from the drawer. I nodded and went on my way thankful that I was not going to have to teach the young feller how to sell stamps and make change with out the Internet to help him.
Next stop was the bank, I drove up to the drive up window and exchanged hellos with a young teller. She looked at my check and asked me how I would like my money back and I told her IN LARGE BILLS, she smiled back at me through the bullet proof glass and said "All of our bills are the same size" I nodded and told her I guess that they will just have to do.
Was getting towards lunch time and I was a tad hungry, figured I would treat my self to one of them subway sandwiches. I drove up to the open bulletproof glass window and placed my order. I asked for minimal lettuce and the young clerk told me they only have Iceberg lettuce, told him I guess that will just have to do. The bill came to 5.25 I handed over a ten dollar bill and a quarter. The clerk told me I gave him to much money. I shrugged and just said "Give me five dollars back" clerk told me he could not do that with out the manager's permission, told him I would wait.
Ate my sandwich in the parking lot and then headed over to the General Store, Said HIYA to Big Earl out on the sidewalk and he told me Junior had already pulled a pail of the premixed patching cement for me and it was under the front counter. I thanked him and went inside, Barb was on break and there was a young gal working the register. I told her I had a pail of cement under the counter with my name on it and she looked and asked if I was Mister Ready Mix and she lifted it up on the counter. I just nodded and took out my wallet and pull a twenty out, she saw the cash and leaned over to the mike and said " Junior, there is some guy up here who wants to pay with cash" I hope this happens every where, just not here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on October 21, 2014 at 7:00 PM||comments (0)|
DEBATING ON CHANGING the lower unit oil on the Puddle Humper. I was in town today and stopped off at Dan's parts store and right as you come in the door there was a display of lower unit gear oil. I bought one for the Puddle Humper and a can of fogging oil. The tube of lube is sitting here on my desk and it would be an easy thing to walk out to the Puddle Humper and change the lower unit but if I did that I would be making a commitment that I am really done fishing for the year, can't pull that trigger just yet. Sunshine Ray is forecasting a little warm up and we may see a couple of days in the low sixty's here by the end of the week. I know the water is still cold and I am guessing it is still getting colder as I type this but.... I am still thinking there is a big northern out there waiting for me to throw something in his or her way.
On my way back to the cabin I gave a wave to Frank the plow driver. He was out plowing leaves here at Lake Iwanttobethere. Yes from time to time the leaves get so deep that we have to have them plowed into the ditches. Trouble there is sometimes the Leafers who stop in the middle of the road to take pictures walk off toward the woods and disappear into the deep leaf filled ditches. Town council a few years back approved some "DITCH LEAF FILLED" signs only to have most of them stolen that fall. They have since been replaced with "DANGER- DITCH" signs and had the FELLOWS were hired to install them. If there is anyone that can screw something up or on it is the FELLOWS.
When I was in town I also noticed a few of the locals starting to wear their blaze orange caps. Deer season is just around the corner so to speak and I did make a stop at Ma and Pa's grocery just to check in and to make sure we still have our freezer space for this season. As long as I was there I had Pa slice me up a couple of pounds of thick sliced bologna and he wrapped the six slices in white paper and chatted with me as he worked. I paid Ma for the cold cuts and headed out the door, the bell jingling over my head. No sooner did I hit the sidewalk then my nose picked up the smell of fresh bread and almost in a trance I turned and walked over to Amy's Bakery and found myself inside. Amy with a smile came out from behind the glass display cases with a glass of milk and a large portion of apple pie, not what I had on my mind but since she went through all that trouble I sat down and smacked my lips in anticipation.
I left Amy's with my cold cuts and a couple of loafs of thick sliced fresh warm bread. A loaf of wheat and a loaf of rye better known as the top and bottom to my bologna sandwiches. A few more HIYA's were spoken to locals as I made my way back to the Tahoe. I opened the door to find Duncan curled up on my seat, he stood up wagged his tail and pushed his nose into my coat pocket. There was no hiding the chunk of scrap that Pa had given me to give to him. With his treat secured he headed to the back seat and sprawled across it. With the widow down I headed back home and that is when I saw Frank the plow driver pushing leaves.
The rest of my afternoon was stolen by a Time Bandit that is what I refer to my grand kids as. This afternoon the daughter had a doctor's appointment and baby M was at the cabin when I got back. Baby M is now walking and one has to keep an eye on her. Duncan does a pretty good job of being a baby-sitter but once she is done dropping her cookie crumbs he losses interest. Before I knew it the daughter was back from the doctor and done visiting with her mother in the kitchen. Meanwhile Baby M was in the den with me stealing time as I don't know where time goes when you are with your granddaughter playing blocks and going through the toy box here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on October 21, 2014 at 1:10 AM||comments (0)|
SPENT THE WEEKEND at the Resort had a list of things that needed to be done up there. We dug up the last of the tatters and pulled tomato plants out of the garden. I helped Vic as we hauled in loads of fallen leaves as there is no shortage of them around the Resort. The FELLOWS have a large shredder that we used to make mulch of the leaves and anything else that happen to get picked up. The compost pile was turned over using the tractor which is a lot easier then doing it with a pitch fork like I have to at home. Even thinking I will keep adding to the compost pile at the Resort and maybe I will be able to make enough extra to bring a load back to the garden at the cabin next spring.
My neighbor Chuck was also at the Resort on Sunday, told me he had to get away from the cabin before anything else breaks on him. First it was the wheel bearing on his truck that he fixed and then the next day the power steering line blew. I told him if he stopped driving the truck he would stop breaking stuff on it. That is why I park the Dodge for seven months out of the year, I get great gas mileage that way to. Wood shop is pretty much clean and waiting for winter still have not sawed the big white pine logs yet but it is on the list of things to do. The fir has been cut and is stacked neatly drying, Chuck has a few projects in mind for the wood next spring.
Sunday was a surprise as it was much warmer then forecasted. We ran the antenna cable out on to the deck and moved the TV out there is watch the football game. Hammering Hank is not a big fan of the local football pro team and we had to listen to him all game long telling us how the home team was going to lose and sure enough on the last play of the game they did. Rather then listen to him patting himself on the back everyone who was on the deck scattered as we still had half of a nice Sunday afternoon. Vic and Dock Burriem made their way down to the mail boat and set off to drift in the small bay. The plan was to do some fishing but more likely they were having a few nips from Dock's flask and just enjoying the afternoon. Elmer and Marv not in a hurry to go anywhere just sat back in their chairs and tuned there hearing aids off and watched and smiled from time to time as Hammering Hank waved his hands in the air and said " I told you so"
At half-time I had gone over to the Tahoe and emptied out the back of the truck. I was thinking of doing a little bird hunting so I piled gear on top of a bale of straw and with the football game done I headed that way with Duncan close at my side. With Duncan's mentor Bud now gone almost three weeks Duncan has been a little lost, Actually we both have but we are getting better. I didn't think Duncan could spend any more time with me but I was wrong, he does not let me leave his sight unless he is at the cabin and the wife is baking cookies. I was holding Duncan collar in my hand and I saw him nuzzling the hunting vest and managed to snap a picture of him, caught in the act of trying to get a reward biscuit from the vest.
I changed boots put on my vest and Duncan and I took a walk down the trail that runs past the garden and goes back into the poppel. Trees are starting to get bare back there as the wet and windy weather had taken a lot of the leaves down. They make that crunching ruffle sound when you walk through them and the forest smells earthy. Duncan with his head down low and his tail up high plows through the fallen leaves like a vee plow going through a fresh snowfall. From time to time he will raise his head to snort leaves out of his nose and to check to see if I am still following him. I am, with a smile on my face and memories of how Bud would do the same thing here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on October 18, 2014 at 1:50 AM||comments (0)|
GO SOUTH YOUNG man go south is what Elmer told me when I related to him my fishing experience of the other day. The water is warmer that way and so that is what I did yesterday, I fished a lake to the south of Lake Iwanttobethere. Stormy Clearweather had forecasted that the winds would be calm and the further I would travel from Lake Iwanttobethere the warmer the air would get, she lied. When I left the cabin it was fifty out and foggy but I could see some light in the sky where the sun should be. Twenty miles away and the Tahoe thermometer was showing fifty-five and there was some sunshine. By the time I got to the boat landing it was fifty-seven and I was looking forward to the forecasted sixty-three by late afternoon. Two other trailers were sitting in the parking lot and I was not alone in thinking this might be a decent fishing day.
It went down hill shortly after I launched. I stayed dry but the wind instead of dying kept on building. I started off with a long sleeve shirt and a sweatshirt, shortly after being on the water the pull over golf wind jacket went on, half way down the shoreline the big heavy black hoodie went on and I traded my baseball cap for a stocking hat. Water was warmer then the northern lake of a few days ago as the graph was reading fifty-one. I guess no one was telling the fish it was warmer as I was not getting any bites. Some docks were still out so that was good to see but I must have picked the pontoon taking out day to fish. A steady stream of pontoons were making their way to the landing to be pulled out by pickups and four wheelers and a couple of farm tractors.
The local population of geese were busy as they kept flying overhead in flights of twenty birds or more. Flying low over the water they would not gain any height till they were almost on top of me. I was thinking they almost looked like bombers making practice runs. A few mallards kept pace with me I am sure looking for handouts, but after awhile they left me for the quiet water behind a big boat dock. I was thinking that in my journal that this trip was going to go down as a boat ride and not a fishing trip as after two hours I had not had even a tap that I could call a bite. The good shore line that I would have liked to fish was feeling the brunt of the wind and waves so I didn't even go there. Instead I headed towards the landing and fished a small bay figuring I would get off when there was a break in the pontoon loading.
Wind was a little better so I dropped the trolling motor into the water and decided to throw a few casts while I waited. Gloves were on now making fishing a little more interesting but I was thinking this might be my last time out so I might as well keep a line wet. The idea of being skunked two trips in a row gets a guy thinking that fishing season might just be done. I felt a tap on my rod and a pull and a quick hook set had me with a fish on. Looking down into the clear water I watched as a pike went zipping by heading for under the boat and was trying hard to take my rod with it. I know I had a smile on my face as I was not going to be skunked and even though it was a Pike I could live with that. A couple of quick pictures and I lifted up a chubby four pounder into the Puddle Humper.
I eased the Pike back into the water and figured as long as I am here I could toss a few more casts and so I did. Five minutes later a bass hit and I did the same with him, a couple of pictures in the water then I eased him into the boat and released him with a thank you. Now I was ready to take the boat out of the water. By the time I started the Tahoe the thermometer was reading forty-seven, a far cry from the forecasted sixty-three. Good thing I got off the water, I was running out of jackets to put on here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on October 15, 2014 at 10:10 AM||comments (0)|
TOUGH CALL YESTERDAY, the red needle on the bass thermometer hanging on the siding here at the cabin was nudging sixty degrees and I had a decision to make. Fishing, golfing, bird hunting or raking leafs. Right off the bat raking leafs was ruled out, there are still way to many in the trees hanging on even in the brisk wind. I figured golfing would be nice but my neighbor Chuck was busy cursing and beating up his truck with a hammer as the night before his wheel bearing went out on his pickup. No golfing or fishing for him till it was fixed. A walk on the trails might be a good idea but there are still leaves up and it might be a tad warm to do to much walking. So that left fishing, o well I suppose I could go wet a line.
Raking leaves might have been a better choice. Loaded up the Puddle Humper and took off for what is usually a good fall lake only to arrive to fifteen plus mile winds and they were coming out of the North, not good on this lake as the lake runs North-South. I was having second thoughts even about launching but I have had days like this before and sometimes, not all the time you get surprised by the fishing so I launched. First mistake I stepped in a little too far and some water spilled over the top of my right boot. It was not warm and as I parked the Tahoe I had a little squishing going on in my boot and my toes confirmed that the water was cold. I pushed the Puddle Humper out into the lake and took my boots off, dried my feet with a towel I have on hand just for that reason and put my shoes on. I checked the graph and it was reading forty-seven degrees, yup the water was a little cool.
I worked by way up the shoreline going against the wind and tossing a big spinner bait at a few likely spots. Not ten minuets into fishing and a real nice bass was chasing down my bait nipping at the big purple trailer I had on it. In a split second I saw the fish, the fish saw me, we had a brief tug of war over my trailer and the fish darted off under the boat and was gone. I was thinking it might just be one of them days but in the next two hours that is all I saw or felt for fish. There was no dock pattern to fish as all the docks were pulled up and resting on green grass. In there place I spotted a couple of ice houses pulled down close to shore ready to be pushed onto ice which I hope is still a few months away. A couple of ducks quacking and the sound of someone sawing wood with a chain saw is all that broke up the quiet of the afternoon.
The wind was not looking like it was going to go away, it was blowing up waves on my favorite points and the big reed bank was like fishing in a wind tunnel. I tucked away behind a small island but even there the wind wanted to suck me back out. I ate a sandwich, and drank a little water. Started the big motor and rode on top of the waves to the other end of the lake and fished for a few minutes but doubt had already settled in. Figured I was just wasting my time so I headed back to the landing and found another trailer parked alongside mine. Never saw anyone on the lake so I don't know where they are hiding at. Took my time and got the Puddle Humper ready for the ride back home. Usually I am doing this in the dark so it was kind of nice to have daylight to see by. I ate my second sandwich and sipped on a soda leaning up against the side of the boat and looking out at the lake. I took in the deep smells of fall and watched leaves fall on the water of a lake near a lake near Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on October 13, 2014 at 2:30 PM||comments (0)|
MY PLAN FOR not having a plan went well yesterday, it was so good that I am going to do the same thing today as yesterday and that is not have a plan. Yesterday I spent time with the granddaughter and I watched some football, don't know why I watched football as the home team lost yet again and they could not hear me yelling at them from way up here. I should have gone and done some fishing but I was sitting on the deck in one of the old wood chairs and I had a cigar burning. I get but one cigar a week to smoke these days and to be truthful sometimes I don't even smoke that one during the week. Anyway I was sitting on the deck and it was calm out, the red needle on the Bass thermometer was resting just above sixty degrees in the shade and I was thinking I might be wasting a fishing day. A few minutes later and the wind reappeared and I was back to thinking that just sitting was the better choice.
The daughter was out with the granddaughter as they had gone over to McDonnell's farm to walk the corn maze. They came back with a story to tell as the daughter told me they had some Leafers up taking pictures and a couple of them went and took a walk in the corn maze. Seems that one of the Leafers walked out of the corn maze and across the dirt road to the corn field where he got lost. McDonnell was just about ready to call the Lake Iwanttobethere volunteer fire department to help search for the lost Leafer ( tourist ) when a grouse hunter and his dog found him and escorted him back out and across the road. The Leafer said he was just fine and he would have found his way out by himself if the battery on his phone had not died so he could not use his GPS app. McDonnell was about to tell him all he had to do was look up and he would have seen the windmill but decided to say nothing and told him he owed an extra five dollars for trampling his corn.
The granddaughter came out of the cabin with some milk and a slice of pumpkin pie and sat down at the table alongside of me. I put my cigar out and listen to her version of the lost Leafer story as she ate pie and slurped milk. We then had chores to do as the granddaughter has her own list of things that need to be done. First off we headed to the garden where we cut down stalks of corn and put them in the red wagon. I had to pull the wagon down to the mailbox where we then stood them up and tied them to the post holding the mailbox. I was informed we were doing it because we needed to decorate the mail box for Halloween. With the stalks secured I went to pull the wagon back up the hill but not till she got in for a free ride, I think the ride was also on her list of things for me to do.
This afternoon finds an overcast sky overhead and calm winds. I have been in an out of the cabin and a few drops of rain have fallen but nothing that would get you wet if you were caught under them. I took the tarp off the Puddle Humper and cleaned some leafs off the carpet, changed lures on a couple of rods and checked to see how much gas I have in the tank. Battery charger is humming just to make sure the trolling battery is ready and tomorrow I am going fishing. Sixty in the shade is the battle cry and I can't very well be sitting at home if it is that warm in the middle of October here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on October 12, 2014 at 11:30 AM||comments (0)|
SILENT SUNDAY HERE at Lake Iwanttobethere and I am sitting in the den with the radio tuned into KCUM and some soft music playing. I can hear the wife emptying the dishwasher in the kitchen, the sound of spoons and forks making soft clanking noises as they find their spots in the drawer. Duncan is under the desk at my feet and Barney is over in the corner, snoring. I have not seen any of the cats yet this morning, usually by this time they will have appeared and will jump up on the desk to get in my way or as in the case of Smokie the big tom will flop on my keyboard demanding attention.
The granddaughter is still asleep she had a long day yesterday as she was at a couple of Halloween parties and then came over here for the night. I am thinking about fishing this afternoon and I needed to go to the Masterbaiters shop for a few plastic lures that I was running low on. I have a few but you never know, I might run into a good bite and run out. I asked the granddaughter if she would like to stay home with grandma or go shopping with me. She asked where we were going and as soon as I said the bait shop she was in. Now normally I would just walk into the Masterbaiters Shop head over to the wall where all the plastic baits are hanging on the pegboard and grab what I needed and be back out the door. Shopping with a seven year old is a tad different and one should shop from time to time like one. We took our time and looked at colors and shapes and not prices. We looked at stuff we never have tried and put them back on the hooks and moved on.
So this morning with the cabin pretty quiet I got to thinking about writing stories here at Lake Iwanttobethere. The title is fishing reports but looking back there are not really that many fishing reports. Lake Iwanttobethere has become more about weather reports and fishing and hunting and mowing grass. Tales of past adventures and passing thoughts about life and raising kids and especially dogs. Eight years of Bud and Barney and I hope many many years of Duncan. Winter snow storms and Summer rains Spring thaws and Fall colors. I hope I am letting you in on a little slice of what is going on around here. Not many places like Lake Iwanttobethere not many towns have the FELLOWS and Dock Burriem or Lodges for everyone to gather and exchange stories and learn from them. A good mix of old stuff and new stuff of old values and some plain common sense.
I never know what to write about and I tend to be all over the place, kind of like life I guess. Thing is everyone has stories to tell, and you may not think your life is interesting but it is. If you hunt or fish or have a dog you have a story to tell. Got kids and grand kids you have a wealth of stuff. I am just sharing a slice of life here and if it rings a bell with you then I figure it is all worth it. I should not write on quiet Sunday mornings, Gets me thinking and as the FELLOWS will tell you thinking can sometimes get you in trouble, Sometimes it is best just to do things as planning can just get in the way. Today I am going to spend some time with the granddaughter, maybe watch some football and maybe even go fishing, but I am not going to really plan anything for the day here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on October 11, 2014 at 12:50 PM||comments (0)|
SO I HAVE a new boss here at the cabin on the shores of Lake Iwanttobethere. I am not counting the wife or daughters or even my seven year old granddaughter who has grown into being a pretty good boss. Nope I am talking about Duncan the pup who is no longer a pup but a grown dog and I guess he thinks my master. I say this because Duncan would not take no yesterday afternoon and we went and did some bird hunting. I was taking a break from pushing the lawnmower around getting to places that the riding mower could not reach. Duncan sat on the wood deck and watched me work and from time to time he would sit up and bark to get my attention. I felt he was pointing out spots with his nose that I had missed mowing. After I was done mowing I took the leaf blower out and cleaned off the wood deck and steps and made a few passes across the drive to blow leaves off to the side.
With the push mower put away and the blower hanging from its hook I was thinking about getting on the garden tractor and taking it for a spin. As I started to walk to the shed Duncan started barking and would not stop when I yelled at him to be quiet. I figured something was up, either Ed or Eddie the squirrels were making a raid on the bird feeders or maybe the raccoon that has been hitting the garbage cans at night was making a daylight raid. Nope I was set up, what I did find was my single shot twenty gage leaning up against the deck railing and hanging over the rail was my orange bird vest and Bud's old bell was sitting on top of my hat. I went up the stairs and I spotted the wife looking out the glass of the deck door waving for me to get off her deck. Duncan was wagging his tail so hard his head had to go in the opposite direction so he would not fall over.
I took Bud's bell in my hand and it rang softly, I reached down and took Duncan's collar off and slipped the loop of the bell on to the collar and then snapped it back on around Duncan's neck. The bell rang softly as Duncan continued to wag his tail and I spoke quietly to him telling him fine we will go. My vest went on over my sweatshirt and I cradled the shotgun in my arm and followed Duncan across the yard to the trail. Reaching in my vest I felt for shells and the wife had made sure I had several. Either she was expecting me to shoot a lot of birds or miss a lot, I can never tell with her.
We never saw a bird at least not a grouse but in a way I knew that was not what the wife had in mind when she put the gun and vest out on the deck. It was time to get back up on the horse so to speak and for me that meant it was time to take Duncan into the woods. I knew that and as I walked down the trail behind Duncan I watched him work like Bud had shown him. The pace was a little quicker I didn't have to stop and let Bud catch up but to be fair Duncan did spend a little extra time here and there letting me catch up to him.
Grouse season is short enough without making excuses not to go. I walked behind Duncan and I enjoyed a nice fall walk, brown grass under foot and falling orange leaves tumbling down. Every turn on the trail made both Duncan and myself slow down and peer around it and look down the next stretch of trail like little kids peeking around the corner on Christmas Eve expecting to see Santa. Bud's bell rang softly in the quiet and it looked good hanging on Duncan's collar here on a grouse trail at Lake Iwanttobethere