Well, my dad posted about the boat he remembers while growing up in Minnesota, so I thought it would only be fair to mention the boat I remember when I was growing up in Eastern Oregon. I’m not sure what kind of boat it was, but I do know that I always trusted it like I would trust a gold toothed bank robber.
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We had another good fishing trip on the South Fork of the Snake, but the sun may have fried my brain, along with the lack of sleep that comes from a fly by night trip like this. Obviously something has affected me. I am usually not …
Continue readingBenji included a link to a post I had forgotten about when writing my blog yesterday. This is Benji’s account of the float down the South Fork of the Snake River in 2007 with his father-in-law.
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A Float Down Memory Lane
Benji Sorenson…
Continue readingThese past few days were a whirlwind of excitement for me as my brother, Benji, called on Thursday with the news that he and his father-in-law, Kelly, were going to float the South Fork of the Snake River and that there was going to be an open spot on the boat. I jumped at the oportunity - and with camera in tow, I was off to meet Benji on Sunday afternoon.
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July 16, 2008 |
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Fishin' Stories, What Goes on Behind the Scenes
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...Since I’ve decided to whip myself into shape, my wife decided she would gladly do whatever it took to help so we’ve been going for jogs around the mountains nearby. Thursday, we decided to head up a little further into the mountains and found that maybe that wasn’t the wisest choice.
Continue readingIn memory of Dawnita
One year ago on Saturday, our family said goodbye to Dawnita. She was our only daughter, my three sons’ only sister, and a very special girl to many others. So as I sit down to write its hard to think of …
July 11, 2008 |
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Fishin' Stories, Huntin' Stories
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Life in the 50’s and 60’s in northern Minnesota was pretty simple at best and the objects of entertainment didn’t go far from hockey, ball games, a little .22 and fishing poles. Probably topping the list for me though was a neighbor’s homemade boat. To know the boat, a person had to know Floyd, or was it the other way around? Anyway, Floyd was an interesting person, never married, lived with his mother, was always smiling, had one weird laugh and loved to fish. Often when he was on his way home from fishing and he saw us out in the yard, he would stop and show us his catch which seemed to always be one to two pound northern pike. To put it in Floyd’s words, “just the right size for mama’s frying pan”.
Continue readingOver the 4th of July, Shanna and I packed our dog and our gear and headed to the Oregon coast. It was to be a trip for relaxation with some of her family that we’d not seen in a while, and we were certainly looking forward to it. I was slightly bemoaning the fact that I don’t know anything about surf fishing - because I wouldn’t have minded getting some fishing in while we were there!
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July 08, 2008 |
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...Living a dominantly outdoor lifestyle has afforded me with many treasures - one of which is a memory bank of scenery. Some of these wonderful sights I’ve captured on camera, others are locked away securely in my mind’s eye - and are just as real today as they were when I first saw them.
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July 01, 2008 |
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