■ All I want for Christmas is:
1. Some thicker ice!
2. A new Jiffy, 10-inch propane auger.
3. A nice buck.
4. To not fall off the fiscal cliff (whatever that is!) or in the drink.
5. A Viking win over the Packers!
6. A happy family.
No snow, grey skies and Christmas approaching.
Isn't Christmas supposed to be white, bright and joyful? Well, we will probably get there (hopefully sooner than later) but for now I guess we just take a day at a time and still be joyful.
Waiting on the ice
I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving. I am actually typing this on Thanksgiving morning and I certainly do have a lot to be thankful for.
I do know that the ice fisher people are liking the looks of the forecast (after today).
Deer? What deer?
I don't know about you but something seems a little weird about this deer season. Maybe we should blame it on the election year. Or the wolves, or the full moon that preceded the rifle season or maybe the mild weather.
I'm writing on this early Thursday morning with whitetail deer on the brain.
I can't exactly pin what it is about my whitetail fascination but I think it's more than shooting a deer. In fact I know it is.
Last week I was able to bond with my daughter Elizabeth as we both hunted South Dakota pheasants for the first time.
I grew up hunting pheasants in Comfrey, Minn., and those memories are some of my fondest childhood moments.
I have been hearing for many years about Devils Lake, N.D., and what it offers to the duck and goose hunter.
I remember seeing photos of my brother and dad and the birds they bagged in Devils Lake while I was left behind back in elementary school.
Where do I begin?
How about with a huge, "Praise the Lord!" He answered our prayers the other day on Mille Lacs in a BIG way.
I was over there "guiding" Al Lindner (I say this only because we were fishing out of my boat.