Occasionally I get lucky. 

That's a lake trout I landed Friday afternoon.

October 31, 2020 - Saturday

Halloween!

21 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I occasionally like to stop at a lake or two during our daily rides to make a few casts. You just never know what surprises may lie beneath the surface. Yesterday's came in the form of a lake trout, somewhere in the fifteen to twenty pound range. For a bit, I could close my eyes and almost be back in Alaska. Fish this large aren't uncommon in the state I still call home.

It took some time to clean the trout, but eventually, it was wrapped in plastic and frozen. We'll eventually stuff it with onions, lemons, and oranges and wrap the body in bacon to enjoy at a later date.

Friday morning's walk was beautiful. We're finally getting a bit of a break from the clouds and sloppy conditions.

Feeling as though I was being watched while strolling through Pentoga Village, I finally spotted this doe hidden in the trees.

Once home, Sargie and I enjoyed a big breakfast before heading to town. I've seen lots of interesting things and people while waiting in the drive-thru at McDonalds for Sargie's Coke, but this gal hanging out the back window was a new one for me. Much like a dog, the adult remained half in/half out of the car for the entire length of the building.

I wanted to throw her a bone, but Sargie wouldn't let me.

Sargie and I remained busy throughout the day doing one thing or the other. I'd done a bit of research on the internet and read what size blade my new bandsaw required. While in town, we stopped at the hardware store where I found one like I'd ordered online and purchased it. I later learned it was the wrong length and when reading the owner's manual, found the information online was wrong.

Just goes to show that a person shouldn't believe everything he reads on the internet, including woodworking forums.

Sargie was busy throughout the day working around the yard, mostly prying even more rocks from the yard before hauling dirt to fill the holes. Though I tease her, there's little doubt that next summer, she'll have one of the best looking lawns around. 

The day turned out to be warm, in the upper 30's and sunny. My attentions turned from woodworking to mechanics as I decided to change the carburetor on the generator.

My BFF, Jimmy the Chickadee, was my constant companion as I worked. Sometimes he'd perch on my shoulder, other times he'd be happy to watch while sitting close by.

One thing's for certain, I don't do much of anything outdoors without Jimmy's company.

After installing the new carb, along with a spark plug and new filters, one pull on the starter saw the machine jump to life. We'll be ready should we lose our power this winter.

Jambo and his son, Dr. Paul, stopped by on their way into the woods bird hunting. The four of us had a good conversation catching up on life.

Matt, Em, Ben, and Wes, called to Facetime late in the afternoon and like everyone else, they wanted to see Jimmy. 

Today's high is forecast to reach into the mid forties. There are three or four small, dead, ash trees that should be cut and brought in for firewood. Otherwise, the sky's the limit.

After all, when one's retired, every day's a holiday, every meal's a feast.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

I was running my fur line in the shop and discovered this vole in one of the traps. It would take a lot of them to make a winter coat, eh?