Deer love on Pentoga Road
A spike horn buck and a doe

September 19, 2018 - Wednesday morning
46 degrees/light rain/calm winds
Pentoga Road

It's an early morning for me. I awakened around 3 AM and after heeding nature's call, found that my brain had kicked into overtime. I'm not certain what the problem was, but try as I may, it wouldn't quit working. Considering the lack of gray matter that calls my head its home, that's saying a lot.

By 4, I decided to get up for the day. 

There was a drastic change of plans on Tuesday. I'm convinced that I must be suffering from adult Attention Deficit Disorder with emphasis on the word deficit.

I thought I was going to work on the wood furnace, but while walking from the house to the barn, I noticed the wind had subsided along with a heavy overcast.

Hmm, perfect crappie weather. Why not?

So, with less than a moment's thought, I hitched the trailer onto the Blazer and departed for the lake.

The geese were gathering, preparing to take off in large flocks for all points south. That alone made for an entertaining morning.



The best entertainment was fishing. Not only were the crappies hitting, but I also found some jumbo bluegills. My basket was heavy by the time I returned home three hours later.

The largest crappie measured just shy of fourteen inches

Neighbor Mike called and said they were on their way home and if I wanted to pick their plum tree clean of any fruit, to go ahead. 



He'd gathered all they wanted and there were still plenty to harvest. After cleaning the morning's catch, I picked the tree bare.

There was still plenty of time left in the day. Conditions were perfect to finally torch the large burn pile at the edge of the front meadow. It was time.

The rest of the day was spent either tending the fire or digging for the forms so I can eventually pour concrete for the base of the wood furnace.

I should have finished the excavation, but by late afternoon, I'd completely run out of energy. Yooper Brother Mark stopped out for a visit and after he left, I decided to call it a day. Other than tend the fire, I was all done in.

I hoped the fire would burn all night long, but somewhere in the wee hours of this morning, a light rain began to fall. I'll push the wood into the middle and light it again once everything dries.

Sargie was home early and we had a fun evening watching the finale of America's Got Talent.

My bride has an appointment in Iron Mountain this morning then closes the Vision Center tonight. With the rain falling, I'll be in the shop all day until time to visit the podiatrist later this afternoon. Hopefully, she'll free me from this walking cast. At least it's done its job. I am able to casually walk, pain free, for the first time in almost a year. If she tells me to wear it for another week or two, that'll be okay. I'd rather be saddled with the cast now and have the foot heal than to continue limping for the rest of my life.

Since the clock hasn't chimed 5 AM yet, maybe I'll recline and close my eyes. I'm not opposed to an early morning nap.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

I removed the walking cast yesterday morning before going fishing. A couple of hours later, I stretched out my legs and noticed I'd slipped into a different shoe than what was on the opposite foot. Yep, for sure, there's definitely not a lot of gray matter left upstairs.