Ask, and you shall receive - at least sometimes
It was a long shot, but one day after docking my boat at the Hammond Bay State Harbor, I walked into the harbormaster’s office and asked him if, by any chance, it might be possible for an average citizen to use the harbor’s sprawling, well-kept lawn for a wedding reception.
"As far as I know, it’s never been done before," Fred replied. Then, after a considerable pause, he added, "But it never hurts to ask."
If necessity is the mother of invention, the father is desperation.
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(Photo by Julian Jowise)
What a difference a month makes
I took this photo of grandson Colin on Sept. 7, the day after the wedding. It was a beautiful late-summer day. Everybody was in the water for the last swim of the season.
This morning it’s 45 degrees and raining, with a November-like wind coming off the lake.
I brought in the hammock and porch swing, put away the screens and garden hoses and tiki torches, fired up the wood stove.
The hunkering-down season is upon us.
Acorns keep falling on my head
I’ve never seen a bigger crop of acorns - and squirrels - than what I’m seeing (and hearing and feeling) this fall.
I practically need a helmet when I’m hunting the oaks on my property.
Now, folk wisdom says that a prolific production of acorns predicts a harsh winter - the theory being that nature knows when the woodland creature will need an extra supply of food to get them through a severe season.
But those of a more scientific bent say acorns are not a predictor of weather but rather evidence of past weather conditions that were conducive to acorn production.
Archery hunt hits the spot
If Nov. 15 (the firearms deer opener) is the main course of the Michigan’s three-month-long deer-hunting feast, then Oct. 1 (the archery opener) is the savory hors d’oeuvre.
In the case of this particular banquet, some would argue, the appetizer is more satisfying than the entree. There are good reasons for that.
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The hunt is on
The archery deer season started today. I was in my stand by 6:45 a.m., and was handsomely rewarded for my effort.
I witnessed the beauty of a breaking dawn, the uproarious spectacle of turkeys flying down from their roosts, the morning routines of various birds and squirrels.
And, oh yeah, I saw a deer - well out of bow range, in thick brush.
All and all, it was a successful morning.