The visit..the work..the fishin..the end of summer

If you want the job done right, use
an unlicensed Californian contractor.

I'm good at holding things.

Single people smiling.

Couch potato's?

Cabbage rolls, the quad batch.

Lance's slab.

The trip to sunken lake.

No, we didn't keep any bass.

Sunken sunnies.

That's the good foot after standing in sunken
for 3 hours.

Mona arrives.

If you take a leak here one side goes to the Gulf of MX and
the other goes to Canada. I selected the Canadian side.

13 inches, but the only one that size.

Mona calls them the "big mouthed bass."

Yes, that is really a northern.

A "slot walleye." We had to throw back numerous @ 20+ inches.

The 2nd trip to sunken.

Another chance to catch a leech between my toes.

When that N western blows, up goes the tarps.

How to withstand 25-29 wind gusts off the lake.

Just consider it an attempt at "sexting."

Dinner in the van.

We had to move the camp the last night. No prob there,
nobody in the campground but us, wonder why?

You don't need sunshine to catch sunnies.

Now, sunnies in the van.

Boulder moving 101

It's good to be "strong like bull." Our neighbors place is for sale and they had a couple of boulders too close to the drive-way, so a call to ND, an offer to move them if we could keep them and well, now they reside at grandpas. Only one 8 foot table broken.

About 53 years ago Dad, grandpa Vernstrom and myself dug up this basswood and planted it, almost on-top of the septic tank. But that's another story. And for a number of years dad always mentions this one branch, or was it really another, well ropes and ladders proved to be the answer. I am anchored to the limb and Mona has me on belay. The only problem was that the saw chain had to be changed as I hung out, but now that limb is down.