Our family has had a long history of fishing the prairie provinces of Canada. It all began in 1962 when my parents, Jake and Emma, took brother Jim and me on a fishing trip to the Whiteshell Provincial Park in southeastern Manitoba. We fished Betula Lake and the Whiteshell River for walleyes and pike and returned there for four years. In 1966 I talked everyone into traveling farther north. Still in Manitoba, we fished Atikameg (Clearwater) Lake for lake trout, Rocky Lake for northern pike, and Lake Athapapuskow for lake trout, pike and walleyes.
Three or four years ago I moved each of my firearms, one at a time, to a cleaning table where I had my gun vise and my green gun pad set up for cleaning. It took me more than two weeks but I finally got them all cleaned to my satisfaction.
I suspect most guns are more in need of cleaning than not, but I do remember witnessing a classic case of over-cleaning. That was in Marine Corps boot camp almost half a century ago where we disassembled, cleaned and re-assembled M-14 rifles every day during 13 weeks of training. That included two weeks on the rifle range. Then we turned in the rifles to the armory and another platoon of hapless recruits did the same routine. Those M-14s got worn out by cleaning—not by being fired.
Looking back over the last 60 years, it is difficult to name a piece of fishing equipment that has become as indispensable as the open-face spinning reel. Supposedly invented in England at some unknown date, spinning reels first showed up in North Dakota in the 1950s.
Anti-gun organizations and people have been calling for abolishment of the Second Amendment for decades. In a recent NRA magazine, "America's First Freedom", there are examples going back to the early 1990s. However, you might be interested in more recent calls for doing away with the Second Amendment. (Remember, many anti-gun people like to say, "No one wants to take your guns...Barack Obama didn't take your guns, did he?)" Here are some headlines provided by the NRA:
Twelve days in the hospital with doctors trying various infusions and other drugs to combat some sort of lung infection...it was a long twelve days. I'd prefer not to do it again. I was so sick I feared I'd die; then when doctors infused an antibiotic that affected my kidney function, I was so miserable that I was scared that I wouldn't die!
The place was called George's Landing on the west side of Jamestown Reservoir, and I have no idea if it exists today. But it was an access point to the reservoir for shore fishermen and that is what we were in the 1950s—shore fishermen—my brother, father and mother, Ed and Edna Koenig and me. I was a grade schooler at the time, equipped with a solid fiberglass rod capable of beating a lion to death, a Plueger bait-casting reel with no drag or spool disengagement, and a black line manufactured from I-do-not-know-what. This was before the days of monofilament.
It was bound to happen sooner or later with all my health problems, but last week I had to e-mail Bruce and Janet Joa at T & D Amisk Cabins in Saskatchewan and cancel our annual fishing trip.
Among my collection of cast iron fry pans is a behemoth that I have owned since I lived in Wyoming. For many years I used it as a camp fry pan. These days I fry walleyes in the big pan while in camp in Saskatchewan. I believe it is something like 14" in diameter, but confess I am too lazy to crawl out to the garage and measure it.
When the first green grasses poke out of mountain slides, westerners call it "greenup", and you can bet that black bears will be emerging from hibernation and feeding on the succulent vegetation. The black bear, Ursus americanus, was named by the first settlers on the Eastern Seaboard where almost all black bears are black in coloration. However, at the western extreme of their range, in northern California, as many as 90 percent can be brown, cinnamon or blond.