Brute's Bleat: June 17, 2015

 

Last week’s story about fishing on Lake of the Woods could have been longer, but then I wouldn’t have any pictures for this week. Anyway, this guy is my brother and patriarch of the group, soon to be 84 (July 3rd). As you can see I didn’t forget the potatoes, but one day I was a can of creamed corn short for which I took some good-natured razzing.
I also failed to mention the blow-out on Muller’s  boat trailer on the way home which wasn’t a biggie, but getting to the vehicle’s jack took some unloading. One other thing I failed to mention was the delicious maple syrup from Phil and Terry Mooney which we enjoyed on two pancake breakfasts. The hill crane operation must be picking up and and we noticed several pairs feeding and one with an off-spring with them.
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   Incidentally, I did get my fly rod back a day after the newspaper was delivered. Mary Lou (Hayes) Ogden found it on the side of the road near the St. Charles cemetery on County Road 8. My thanks and I really appreciated getting it back.  Those Messenger ads are worth their weight in gold!   .     .      .      I had a day brighten last week when Craig Muyres stopped by the Messenger office and gave me a hint on where the sunfish are hanging out. He said fishing off his dock has been productive so that could be my next move as this year’s spawn has been unpredictable. He also let me know, with a smile, that he’s keeping track of my fish numbers so he’ll know when I’m over the possession limit.     .       .      Fat chance of that happening! 
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I was de-lighted to see three offsprings from a pair of Trumpeter Swans on a pond off County Road 8 acrosss from the Silver Creek Twp. Hall. The trumpeter is the largest of the waterfowl in the United States and has made a remarkable comeback from near extinction in the 20th century. This photo is a reproduction taken off the internet. The young swans off County Road 8 aren’t nearly as large, but present a striking appearance on that pond. The wing spawn of adults measures up to 7-8 feet and they weigh up to 30 pounds. They have a life span of up to 30 years. 
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I’m getting some mixed reports of people seeing pheasants and they should be showing up with their chicks soon. Actually it’s better if we don’t see them for awhile until they get larger and better able to take care of themselves.  It wasn’t unusual to find a pheasant nesting in the alfalfa hay fields when it was time to make hay back in the late ‘40s and ‘50s. It wasn’t the most safe place for them and their reluctance to leave the nest when they heard the clatter of the mower’s sickle sometimes was fatal for the hen. My dad would gather up the eggs and bring them home and put them under a cluck hen in a hut away from the chickens. Us kids would keep tabs on the hatch which most of the time worked.
 

 

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