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”.
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Once again, I was furnished with a great story this weekend from Gary Beldsoe and felt compelled to try and relay it here as it was told to me.
Continue readingI’m fortunate enough to have known three fathers - my dad, his dad, and my mom’s dad - and the following is a tribute to them.
Continue readingYesterday morning, a good friend, Gary Bledsoe, shared one of the funnier stories I think I’ve ever heard. Here is the story - as told to me. This is why fishing is great - no matter if you’re catching fish or not!
Continue readingI was visiting with a friend of ours, and he told me a great story that an old real estate client of his had told him. I’ll try and relay the story from memory as best I can!
This client had been hunting up in Northern Idaho.
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Continue readingAnyone who has packed mules before will enjoy this one. Dad shares a story about his mule, Snowflake.
Continue readingThis is a story sent to me by my grandfather, Ed Ziniker.
Enjoy!
Dear Friends,
Stoke up the fire, heat up the brew, and pull up a round. This old man will try and tell ya a huntin’ story.
What a privileged Grandpa and Father I …
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