Price break prevails
The Michigan DNR’s complete overhaul of the hunting and fishing license structure takes effect this year. At first glance, it looked to me like the old-folks discount had been scuttled, or severely minimized.
This intrigued me because I just became eligible for the price break last month.
Well, I’m happy to report that the DNR is still making allowances for us veteran sportspeople. On Wednesday I bought a package deal that included an all-species fishing license, two buck licenses and a small-game license for 43 bucks.
In case you’ve ever wondered what 10 face cords of fire wood looks like, here you go.
I know this is 10 cords because i built those racks to hold two cords each. They’re 16 feet long and four feet high.
This, along with the 2-3 cords I can fit into my garage, plus about 500 gallons of liquid propane, will heat my house, my water and my food through next spring.
My hydraulic splitter has been busy in recent weeks.
In the nick of time
Here’s one for the “timing is everything” books …
I was heading for the bottle/can return dungeon at the Okemos Meijer Monday. Just as I was retrieving my returnables from my car, I noticed two MSU student types moving in the same direction. Each of them had two shopping carts heaped to overflowing with cans and bottles.
And they had a head start on me!
Not wishing to spend my entire afternoon among the noisy machinery, I put it in high gear, slipped in just ahead of them, and claimed one of the two glass-eating machines.
I said to one of the guys, “That should just about cover your tuition this semester.”
Then I thought of the original investment it must have taken to end up with all those empties.
Lesson for the day: Avoid returning cans and bottles on Mondays.
Raking Sunday along the edge of our woods, my wife saw what she thought was a piece of a broken plastic reflector under the leaves.
She was surprised to learn it was organic - and growing.
i poked around on the Internet and learned that it’s a species of fungus, called, appropriately enough, a scarlet elf cup.
The woods are alive with the sound of peepers
The spring peepers were in fine voice all weekend, performing an a cappella concert that rose in intensity, reaching its crescendo in our neck of the woods on Saturday evening.
However, the rain the peepers wanted, and expected, hadn’t yet materialized as of Sunday afternoon. It came close a few times, but, it never amounted to more than a half-hearted spit.
It seems strange to say this, given the winter that we had, but we could use some moisture. The puddle alongside our driveway which usually holds a couple of ducks this time of year could barely float a peeper at the moment.