Paul Bunyan 101 and a few things you've never heard

When you get to be my age you seldom hear something entirely new....well here's a few words that have never had human lips utter them in this order...and you know how I love lists and haven't done one for a while...

1.  "The Milwaukee Brewers have the best record in major league baseball".
2.  " I'm so full I can't eat another piece of bacon".
3.  " the Mariners are off to a great start".
4.  " you guys over at Fish and Game are doing a hell of a good job".
5.  " Isn't April 15th a great day ???? ".
6.  " poor Geoffry, he had so much potential".
7.  " boy honey, that gorgeous new floral pattern valance sure matches our down comforter"....

mmmmmm...... Ya know shortly after moving into Rancho Deluxe here at Mile 14 we had a 'problem' Cottonwood that had to go. This tree was so big and close to our house that I was kinda scared to drop it....So one night I  let my old friend Joe who was blowing a good 2.0 Miller Lite heater at the time notch and fall it right across the front lawn. I figured I got a little lucky on that deal so when I went to do the old snaggly birch next to MP's garden and Paulies boat I figured I better call in the experts....you know, an 'ex' is a has been and a 'spirt' is a drip under pressure. My old friend Wally Brown is just the guy, what I call a go to guy.

Right away it's apparent to both of us that we need some lines on this baby to pull it in the proper direction. We need to get up in the tree but poor old Wally's back is so bad he can hardly walk and me still fighting with vertigo up a ladder is the last place I need to be. But ol W.B. has the answer. He's McGivered a 'line gun' which is just a potato gun with an adapter that will shoot a cylinder pulling a light gage wire up and over the high branches. Ya just load your spud, fill the chamber with a good squirt of Aqua Net hair spray,let in enough air for the proper fuel to air mixture, strike a match and walla....wire in the tree, tie a rope to it and pull it back over, tie a loop and pull the tag end through and get ready to pull.

So we get one line nice and tight to my pick up but we want another line to pull towards the river in hopes that we wouldn't drop a really heavy limb on MP's garden moose fence...that would just create even more work and you know how I feel about that deal. So W.B. breaks out 4 heavy metal rings that he built out of Chevy Citation coil springs that he bent together then welded. Anchor a line to a tree, a good tree of course.   Then you pass the rope through 4 times from ring to ring and create a reduction gear to pull with and before long we have another line tighter than a high E string ...incredible, now I know how they built the pyramids.

So then I fire up the ol Stihl 'Farm Boss', I just love the name of that tool and with a good notch and back cut that huge rotten Birch tree has been tamed. Just like the blue print.  In the second pic you can see why it had to go, rotten in the middle and it was way to close to the house. In fact those birch next to your house will drop sap and help that green mossy stuff grow....but not on my new roof, no sir. Thanks for the assist Wally, it takes a village.

Boy was I glad I had my camera with me at the dump today. a couple things really jumped out at me, things that I guess are sorta unique o Alaska. After years of listening to and being involved in the sport/commercial fishing debate...and you know where I weigh in on that deal. Well I finally found a good use for nets....let's a get a few more f them blue things lined up eh?

I told people years ago that some day the Kenai River will be as famous for it's Eagles as it is it's salmon. Me and our fishing friends just love watching them soar and fish. Right now at Mile 14 they are circling way high on the thermals as they look to mate, it's pretty cool. But this poor guy ain't got it figured, he's not even in the top of the tree like a good 'eagle eyed' bird would be and the plastic bags....yikes....wouldn't ya rather, I mean,  c'mon down to Mile 14....we'll leave the light on.

Frustrated

That's what I've been. I spent all day yesterday trying to download the coolest video I made of a school of Spinner Dolphins while out Marlin fishing with the guys...I know I can do it as I've blogged videos before, you must remember those wonderful videos of me singing the latest song. But I just can't get it done this time. Maybe my Internet is just to slow but  I'm thinking if I download Google Chrome it might work better with Blogger  which is also a google program....does this make an sense to you Dave???? Here's a still photo.

So when I get a little frustrated, bored or even just a little contemplative like is my nature I get drawn to the river. I just go. Maybe it's part of coming home from Mazatlan while Team X is still in the game or maybe it just me...sometimes I think I think to much. Or maybe it's just one thing....I'm the river guy, lock stock and barrel. So today me and the Jet Dog walked on the ice, all 4 feet of it , down to Fall-in-Hole. I don't know what happened while I was on sabbatical but the river ice is the most unusual I have ever seen. It's hard for walking, albeit with some caution as there are holes 4 or 5 feet deep you could fall in but it's solid for most parts. Here's a pic or two. I put my shotgun down to give you perspective on how deep it is.

Where I took this next photo from is the gravel bar that we routinely run the boats over at high water. For all you river people it's looking back upriver from Fall-In-Hole...ole Jet-dog wanted to wade out as you can see but I kept her back. She's doing great for a 13 year old purebred but kinda like me her brain says go and the body says slow. I'm real careful now to not let her run on the ice, try and jump into the truck or onto a picnic table or anything else that could begin a spiral of poor health. Guess me and the Jet kinda grew up together here in the last decade or so...we're as much a part of it as those ol Mergansers we just spooked into flight.

And for any of you Stewart's Landing people that have been wondering how the boat launch looks this year well here's a pic. I guarantee you that as soon as possible I'm putting the black #003 boat on the water and going looking. The I got the feeling that boat will end up on the salt, if ADF+G in their infinite wisdom are going to allow for harvest in the salt...well...we're gonna do some of the harvesting.

I might not be the most happily married guy around but I'll betchya I'm right up there. Lately I've done my best to earn Team X's nickname....mon de lon...the man who wears apron. I remember when Max went off to live with Skye I told him the secret to happiness....dishes.  So I've been doing them daily, I've executed a couple of those cottonwoods that MP hates. I detailed her car and changed oil with Mobil 1 synthetic. I drew up plans for a new green house and got all my tax info in order....but yesterday was a doozy....As she left for work she asked if I could ' do the floors'? mmmm.....sounded simple at first, we really only have one floor and maybe it was a good thing to get a guy involved to take inventory of cleaning stuff, not to mention a little maintenance.  First thing was a trip to the store and some wet wipes for the Swiffer on the hard floors, what a great product. And then...that vacuum cleaner needed a little open heart surgery. I'd vac one way and it would pic up some...then drop it all right back when I went the other way. Man was it plugged, 3 pounds of Jet-dog and 3 pounds of Kenai River sand...

 

So once I get everything in order I get Pandora and Gary Allan radio blasting over the surround sound, and I mean blasting. Then I get my shorts and a wife beater on, open a nice cold Heineken and go to work....mon de lon....that's me.

 

Ya can't eat that salmon until ya catch it

That title is a teaser....I'll get to that part but first I wanted to recognize a big event in Alaska history. Last Friday was the 50th anniversary of the big earth quack, there's things our generation will never forget where they were the moment it happened, JFK's murder, 9/11 and if you've ever been through a 9.2 earth quack you'd never forget that as well. My family was stationed at Fort Wainwright in Fairbanks about 500 miles as the crow fly's from the epicenter. Here's a pic of me during that era, looking quite angelic eh???

I was in 6th grade at the time , we had three classes of 6th graders forming 6-1 through 6-3 and I don't think I ended up in 6-1 based on my academic future but rather than the fact that I was an officers kid. But it was Friday  after school and all of 6-1 was going to a birthday party at Leslie Lindig's house, her dad was the hospital commander and my dad was the executive officer. We lived in an 8-plex which was  'Colonels row' and the Lindigs were across base in a stand alone home. We were in the basement and Chuck Berry had just came out with The Twist and the record player was kind of low so the parents could hear what was going on. The girls were dancing together while us guys did the awkward lets stare at em thing and act like we don't want to dance.  But I kinda had a hook on Anna Potts and was figuring on a dance or two when it happened...here's a pic of Leslie herself dancing at the 6-1 Christmas party with a girl I remember named Inez.  In the background is Eddie Atkinson and Emory Lipscomb, the Generals kid.

The  basement seemed to lift on one side and then fall on the other. I remember it was a feeling a bit like you've experienced on a carnival ride when you feel kind of weightlessness.  Nobody fell down or anything but if Leslie's mom wouldn't have hollered for us to come upstairs we'd all have stayed. Soon we were on the yard watching the street not really 'roll' as some have described but I thought it just rocked up and down...and it lasted a long time. I remember I wasn't scared, kind of hard to scare a 11 year old but I do know the adults were scared and that was enough for most everybody else. The telephone lines were out and we were all driven home by the Lindigs. Of course my dad was gone for many days as the entire State of Alaska mobilized to help. My brother was skiing at Birch Hill and was in the middle of a run and never felt it, my sister I don't remember where she was. My Aunt Lee who just recently passed away was actually in the new JC Penney Store in Anchorage that collapsed causing some of the Anchorage fatalities. 

Two things stick out in my memory....how my mom and was so worried for her sister and the kids in Anchorage and how relieved she was when using the military communications we were able to find out that all was fine. My uncle Rannals never even got a scratch on the two door Impala that he loved. The other thing was church.  There wasn't much a 6th grader could do to help but my mom being the ultra catholic that she was put us kids to work at praying for all the impacted, families that had lost loved ones, their homes, their boats, seemingly their futures. The rest of the story we all know, Alaskan's are resilient and the rebuilding started immediately.

Now...in the ' you can't count your chickens until they hatch' department...here's a picture of my NCAA brackets.

Done. And I was feelings so good about it a week ago. Cyclones....gone. Lousville....gone. Michigan State....gone....and Duke....I'm really mad at them guys. But for me the big story is the Badgers. I'm with you Dave, we're rooting them along all the way.  The overtime game was fantastic. And this guy here is so cool, the joy and emotion he showed when he hit that 3-pointer is to me what makes the tournament, and never mind that just watching a 7 footer tingle the twine from long range is unusually fun, excellent.

Frank Kaminsky reminds me  bit of my favorite all time college player, a guy named Bryant 'Big Country' Reeves that played at Oklahoma State a few years back. Frank towers over the other players just like Bryant did but has the soft hands and good foot movement that some big men don't. He's just fun to watch and also like Bryant his love for the game he wears on his sleeve. Bryant went on to have a ho-hum pro career but because of his performance in the NCAA tourney I followed him through it all....just like I'm going to do for you Frank. So good luck Wisconsin and Frank....I'm a fan for life so how's about a few more 3-pointers this week eh ???

March Madness

I played a little round ball as a kid and at one time I might have been the L.A. Lakers biggest fan.  But I'm over all that now and like most of America and am absolutely taken by the NCAA tournament. It has to be the coolest showcase for amateur sports in the country. So every year I put my brackets together and some years it good, some years it's bad.... I had a coach who used to say, " you win some, you lose some and some you never should have dressed out for. Well this year I'm a crushing them, here's a pic of my brackets, I have 12 of the 'sweet 16'...

I'm guy who runs his life with his heart so sometimes I pick teams based on other reasons that if I think they'll win. Like Duke, ever since Anchorages Trajan Langdon took them to the Championships I've picking them for the final four...well after this years and last years performance I'm semi done with that deal. And how about Iowa State, that game against North Carolina was about as thrilling as it gets. The Cyclones always have a great program and I have them to go to the final 4, I guess we'll see. I guess I'm kind of proud of myself here at Mile 14, guess I do recreation pretty darn well.

Speaking of March Madness, congratulations to this guy who just won the annual Homer Winter King Salmon Derby.

Now I don't begrudge anybody harvesting a few salmon, lord knows I've executed a few of them....but does it seem odd to anybody besides me that while we're experiencing a time of low abundance of King Salmon all over south central and western Alaska these guys are having a derby for them ???? Two hundred and two, that's right 202 of them were killed on Saturday. This fishery is fairly new and growing, it's done 365 days a year and the yearly derby harvests 202 in one day, does that make sense to anybody ???? Of course people will tell you that they're 'feeder' kings and even our local newspaper outdoor writer recently said that they are ' mostly' from Canada. Mmmmmm, well in Jeff's world that miserably fails the common sense test.  Like our local Kings would swim thousands of mile out to sea and ignore all the local food forage that these ' Canadian' Kings seem to be finding. I doubt it. So.....mmm.....ahhh....their Kings come to Alaska and Alaska Kings go to Canada, problem solved.....hows about we'll quit catching yours if you quit catching ours. AND theres another problem, they call this a 'Winter King' Derby. It's not winter at all, it's now officially spring and we're only 4 or 5 weeks away from when King salmon begin to enter the local streams and rivers of this part of Alaska. So if any of you might agree with me feel free to forward this blog on to the Dept. of Fish and Game so they'll have some more common sense to ignore.  Yikes. I feel better now though having spit that one out.... I could go on, but I won't. Done. Finished.

The big news here is the weather. When I opened the paper this morning the forecast had 5 of these babies lined up like ducks in a row. In fact it looked just like the forecast for Mazatlán with just a few, well quite a few degrees of difference.  It's getting up to 40 in the afternoons and the river is running...I guess what I'm saying is that it's just gorgeous here at Mile 14. The other day we had a nice sauna down at the river, then went for a walk where you come across scenes like this...now that's something you don't see every day....Oh, my final four.  Florida, Arizona, Iowa Sate, Louisville...and the winner is Louisville again.

Speechless

You guys know me. I never run out of things to talk about, well almost never. But this has been a weird week, it's been my re entry week and not much has been going on here at Mile 14. I guess we missed one of the strangest winters of all time and we can kinda see the remnants of it. There's no snow, it's so icy that for me and jet-dog every walk is a potential hip breaker, the town is quiet, fish news is over, the line at the Post Office today was one, I run into people who say " welcome home"....it's cool. Here's a pic of my favorite thing. That poor old river has broken up and flowed and refroze so many times this year  it just has to be confused, but hang on baby, summers coming and as my friend Dan Sterchi says " the fish are running and life's easy". I hope.

St. Paddy's day was once stupid for me....that's all I gotta say about that. But this morning at the gym as I chatted with Mike Sweeney our local celebrity Irishman I realized how excited he was for the day and the annual parade that he's always Grand Marshall of. Of course I'm not one to miss anything so it's a tradition....you stand on the south side of the spur highway, the school kids and church kids come by, then the guys from the radio station and then one or two 'causes' and of course Joe Kashi and his Judo students and.....is this becoming a run on sentence ? But the point is, like life itself it's  the same every year but with subtle differences you have to notice, you have to look for, it's there, it really is. And it's my home, my people ,my friends. So here's a few pics of the event.  I especially like the pic of my gym-rat friend Nathan up close....see ya tomorrow buddy.

I wish I could describe to you just how hard it's snowing right now. As descriptive as I can be...all I can say is imagine the heaviest, wettest,biggest, slowest flakes you've ever seen. And for my friends who have never seen snow, and I have a lot of those....imagine the most wonderful white, and it's moving  so it makes everything behind it look grey. If you focus on the snow it becomes a blur, if you focus on trees they become a blur.....I'll write more real soon. I hope you come back.

No matter where you go...there you are

I know that sounds stupid but it's really how I'm trying to live my life. Tomorrow me and MPeasy  gotta jump the jet.  I guess it's one of the nice things of ageing, I'm learning not to be in a hurry for anything. I'm typing this from an outdoor palapa at 5:30 a.m. wearing shorts....that's hard to give up, but where I'm going, home to Mile 14 is a pretty cool thing to. MP says I could stay and I guess I could but we don't want to be one of  'those' couples...we gotta be together and I love her more than I love Mazatlán so it's adios MZT, hola Slowdotna.



As we were walking out the malecon the other night I looked back at where the carnival parade was headed and snapped this pic. Now Mazatlán gets some bad press from time to time but I'm here to tell you the people are what I call 100% ers , I mean in how many business districts do you see this ?

It's unusually warm in Alaska I guess so when I get home the ' re entry' that I experience every year might be a little different. The river is already open and running so we'll have the earliest marine salvage season of all time. Maybe I'll find a record anchor harvest.  I'll go to work hard on cleaning and burning all the dead fall we have on the property at what we call the Black Forrest portion of Mile 14. In other words, I'm gonna try to stay busy. So it's sunseta on MZT 2014, the time flys, I just hope to stay healthy and happy, returning every year just like those birds and whales we see in both places.

My fish count wasn't outstanding this year. The warm water kept the Corvina away and although those Roosterfish that I love where everywhere I only caught one. But the joy is in the pursuit and I certainly did a ton of that. I fished new places with new friends. I caught Bass, I caught Robalo, I caught Snapper and even a few Corvina and of course....Toro heaven. There's a pic of my last one.

A couple months ago as we left Slah's house  I snapped this pic of him. Outstanding. It really captures his character and I'm going to miss his friendship. He has a boyishness about him that makes our fishing trips seem like we're transported in time. Out on a secluded playa, just us, focused on just fishing.......Adios buddy and thanks for everything.

 

 

 

The 1st hundred years are the roughest



Yours truly there ( on the left) really isn't doing very well. The other day I told MP that I'd been lucky in that I'd not had one of my vertigo attacks for many years, I must have felt a twinge of it then because within two days later I had it. I was alone downtown when I had the first spinning spell and it sort of scared me for wondering how I'd get home. I sat still and finally the spinning fatigued like it will and I got back...but, it's terrible since then. I have the most common type, BPPV- benign proximinal, positional vertigo. The otolith in your ear releases crystals that fall into the ear fluid that keeps your balance and walla...pure hell. The spinning episodes happen when I turn my head just right and this morning it was brought on by the sounds and sights of the surf rolling up and down the beach. Once again I was several miles from home and struggled to get back....but I had to go fishing...I had to, we only have a week left and I can't squander the mornings.  For all of you that know me so well this will give you give you an idea...I missed 4 mornings in a row of fishing including an  invite to go south with Slah where Team X caught over 20 corvina.

 

Perhaps the worst part of these vestibular events is that after the spinning stops it shocks your brain so much and your brain works so hard to compensate that it creates what my doctor calls ' brain fade'. It's just a lousy lethargic feeling underlined by forgetfulness. Wow...I struggle through life on a good day, running on 3 cylinders ain't easy....I mean....how in the world can a guy forget the words to Brown Eyed Girl ??? So I just stay close to home I guess and wear my ear plugs so the wind doesn't make the situation worse. I can tell MP is worried about me and that bothers me... The good news I guess is that although this episode seems to be a real bad one Dr. Zirrul told me that the fatigue works this way, the more spinning the better your brain gets at stopping it. If I'm not better soon or at least when I'm back in Alaska I'll go to the Dr. and have a thing called the ' Eppley Maneauver' done which is a head manipulation designed to use gravity and centrifugal force to get those pesky crystals out of the ear canal. Wish me luck, I could use some.

 

But in between spinning the other day I had a moment of clarity when I saw the tide so ultra low that it exposed rocks I'd never seen before. I think I was born for life on the sea as I kinda saw a buffet table. MP and I started out gathering oysters which I got enough of for a nice oyster stew lunch when I kind stepped into a hole next to a rock. I could feel lobsters brushing my legs as they skittered away. So I reached about arms length into the water and yup....I got em but the darn things wedge themselves into the rocks so tight it's almost impossible to muscle them out. BUT, as I'm at water level I notice these stone crabs.

Now it takes a certain type of guy to feel around under rocks where you can't see whats there. In fact as I fished this morning a guy named Ricardo told me about all the Moray eels we have around here... mmm...but it's risk reward. These crabs and the few lobster I had made a wonderful cold salad with avocados as we watched the Academy Awards last night...I might be running a quart low right now but I'm making do, great appetite and muddling on.  No worries, I'll blog something fun as soon as I feel that way....soon I hope.