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I wanted to thank TJ and Monique for inviting Ron to the G2G. He had a blast!!! He is just thrilled to have won the tourney. That would be the first "real" fishing he has done. I wish I could have made it out Sat but such is life. It was good to pop in and see friends Fri evening even if I couldn't stay long. On the way home I notice a rest area just done the road that looks like a nice spot to take Mom for the day.We don't get out fishing much these days......

I don't think working at Timmie's means nobody else will hire you. I have awsome references and a great job history. I work at Timmies and have for 2 years. Not all Timmy workers are dead beats. I work there because I chose to and I enjoy the job except when the miserable people come in. How many of you hear the "Good morning, how can I help you" or "how are you today?".You would be amazed at how many customers are rude or just plain mean. Steep tea will be back within a week. The tea leaves were not allowing the water to filter, that part is true.

For those who want to see here is a link to the farm. Visit My Website Not my website but the lady who lives there now. I'm going to try to pop over to say hi for the G2G, it's hard to say what will be going on that weekend but I'm not far from there. Joey you are welcome anytime, we are going to see about having a corn roast the second weekend of July, just make sure you bring Paul's beautiful legs I'll let you know for sure as the time gets closer.

Just wanted to say "Hi" to everyone and let you's know I am still here lurking about. Still working at Timmie's for now. We are moving June 1st to a farm between Hagar and St Charles on June 1st. 160 acres, hunting in the back yard, moose and bear, they say no deer but we have seen signs of them in the hay fields. I haven't been posting much because I haven't had time to get out fishing but still come to catch up on every one else. Family's all good and doing great. Troy is graduating this year, Tyler has gone to live with his father in Guelph and Katrina is almost 7 now. Time flys doesn't it?

Whatever you do , DO NOT wrapped said sheephead in foil and place on BBQ. YUCK YUCK YUCK

We have it here as well, aches and pains, fever then off to the chest it went. DD had a fever of 103 for 3 days.

I would call it a chog, chimp+ dog although it does strongly resemble my mother-in-law

I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there > (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, who had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up. 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it. It took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and received an education. The first thing that I learned is that while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope with some dignity. A deer, no chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I originally imagined. The only up side is that they do not have as much stamina as many animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point I had lost my taste for corn fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death. I managed to get it lined up to back in between my truck and the feeder a little trap I had set before hand. Kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and started moving up so I could get my rope back. Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose. That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet . They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that when an animal like a horse strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond I devised a different strategy. I screamed like woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and three times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down. Now when a deer paws at you and knocks you down it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split open, I had several large goose eggs, my wrist was bleeding pretty good and felt broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my back was bleeding in a few places, though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from most of the worst of it. I drove to the nearest place, which was the co-op. I got out of the truck, covered in blood and dust and looking like hell . The guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out yelling "what happened"? I have never seen any law in the state of Texas that would prohibit an individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that they have overlooked entirely. Knowing, as I do, the lengths to which law enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power, I was concerned that they may find a way to twist the existing laws to paint my actions as criminal. I swear not wanting to admit that I had done something monumentally stupid played no part in my response. I told him "I was attacked by a deer." I did not mention that at the time I had a rope on it. The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my jacket where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my face where it had struck me there. I asked him to call somebody to come get me. I didn't think I could make it home on my own. He did. Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house and wanted to know about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare thing and wildlife and parks was interested in the event. I tried to describe the attack as completely and accurately as I could. I was filling the grain hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just started kicking the hell out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or insane or something. EVERYBODY for miles around knows about the deer attack (the guy at the co-op has a big mouth). For several weeks people dragged their kids in the house when they saw deer around and the local ranchers carried rifles when they filled their feeders. I have told several people the story, but NEVER anybody around here. I have to see these people every day and as an outsider. a "city folk". I have enough trouble fitting in without them snickering behind my back and whispering "there is the dumb-*** that tried to rope the deer.

Happy Birthday Paul, You have beautiful legs for an old guy! Happy Birthday to Al as well.

I finally found time to go fishing. Mark's grandpa sold his boat but thats ok because because Uncle Wayne bought it so Saturday night after work we took a drive to Kippawa to borrow the boat . We got out on Nippissing yesterday, Mark, myself and Katrina. It was her first boat ride. Lesson learned: next time bring something for her to do as fishing from a boat is boring. She drove us crazy while we were trying to fish but loved it when the boat was moving. We launched from Sturgeon and went down the river onto the lake. I had my smart cast to use for the first time. Once we firgured out how to get it to work it showed fish... Now if we only knew how to catch the fish lol. Before we left I was looking at the rope on the anchor thinking it was old last year. I almost replaced it with a rope Mark uses for hunting but thought "no, if it was bad, Uncle Wayne would have replaced it". The first time pulling the anchor up of course the rope broke so we drifted around. After a few hours we came back in. Not knowing the lake and where the real fish hang out we came back to the docks empty handed but smiling anyways. Loading and unloading the boat went very well. I guess that means we now have an idea what we are doing. It was still light out so we thought we would fish around the docks. Not a bad ending to a skunked day, we came home with 12 Mudcats a 1 1/2 or 2 each. Even Katrina caught 1. We have the boat for today as well so as soon as mark is ready off we go to buy an anchor and see if just maybe we can catch a fish from a boat.

Thanks guys for the responses, it must of been the ford troll at work. The old truck started fine but I'm still going to let Mark's buddy know what you said as this was a warning of things to break really soon. They can get home tommorow although I do like having Mark way up there in the bush PS: Corn Nug, this isn't my truck, I own a Chevy 1 ton

They are about 150 miles away from a dealer back in the bush. They can get to a wrecking yard to get whatever parts they need in the morning. I suggested taking the truck with them and leaving it there I also suggested that maybe the drive into the camp on the rough road maybe jiggled a wire loose somewhere. The truck was ok up to that point.

Mark went up to his buddy's camp for the weekend near KirkLand Lake. When they got there they loaded up the old truck (not mine) but it won't stay running. It will run good as long as the key is in the start position but as soon as it is let go of and the key comes back into the run position, the truck stalls.He has confirmed there is good gas flow to the engine The buddy is stumped on this one. I've gone through hundreds of F150 sites to try and find something even remotely similar but to no avail. Anybody have any ideas? any help is appreciated

They are definately moblie. I'll call North Bay Humane society Tues Morning if we still have them. I'm going to put them in a wire bottom cage and sit them on some ant hills around the yard and just see how them do.If i see them eating then I will release in a woods near here. Thanks guys for the advice.

On the way home from Mattawa tonight Mark ran over a Sandpiper. He didn't see her on the road until it was to late. She was killed instantly. She had 4 babies which we brought home. I know they don't have much chance but at least it is more of a chance that in the bush with no Mother. I think they eat insects and bugs but I'm not sure. I've done a google but can't find alot about what they eat. Does anybody know what I could feed them? They seem to be very young, about the size of a newborn chick.