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My father’s 1873 Winchester rifle was hung on two crooks above the front door. My replica of a .62 caliber flintlock Northwest Indian trade gun, hangs from two boat soup oil soaked birch crooks, above the living room window. As soon as I get my Billäs axe I will hang it outside above the main...

My Scandinavian ancestors on my mother’s side of the family, made these hooks in the old country. They carved them with intricate designs and painted them in bright colors. Up here where I live, we tie our vehicles up as soon as we stop, just like people did with draft animals in the horse and...

Before attaching the motor on the side mount, put some weight on the opposite side of the canoe to counter the weight of the motor. I’ve watch a few 17 foot Grumman canoe turn turtle at the boat launch. It never happened to me because my mentors told me what could/would happen. I went all over...

Must be a technical term.

Doohickey?

Looks more like a kayak for people that don’t do rolls (or can’t). Are there different sizes of Hawaiian canoes? Only kind I can remember seeing pictures of are ocean going ones with crew, passengers and supplies for an extended trips.

I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer, being dumb is like being dead, everybody knows it but you. Having said that, I am however, somewhat observant. I think the Cosmos is trying to tell Black _Fly something. He has had more misfortune than the rest of us combined.

Elisabeth Creek was Richard Creek’s first wife, long legged, dirty blonde, part Sasquatch or wolverine, was hard to tell, under all that dirt & grime. She later moved to what became Crazy Woman Mountains in Montana. 🖖

Robin….. Sounds like a big “AMEN” from the choir!! ……BB

Surely it’s not Big Dick Creek, that is supposedly one of best places to fish for Burbot and Sea Bass.

Thought I would salute Robin today, and any other Veterans here that gave a few years of their time willingly or not. Without Robin’s deft leadership a few years ago, a bunch of us would not be enjoying our daily (weekly ?) dose of canoetripping.net.

Comes a time in people’s lives that balance and heights should never be in the same space. I met an old guy one day, I said to him, “How are you doing this beautiful day.” His reply was, “I’m enjoying poor heath.” Heal quickly, we all want to see that canoe in some water. in beautiful setting. 🖖

The quote of your brother-in-law “buncha hippies” tickled me this morning. Nobody is going to steal that one of kind canoe, nor the vehicle that is carrying it. All good man! As a teenager of the sixties, I can dig it! In the Summer of Love, 1967, on my way to the war in Vietnam, I got to...

Just buy some of that good looking, Thunder Bay, double smoked bacon that Mem’s school kids fry up. I can almost smell it cooking when I view his pictures. Save the grease for frying fish. What more do you need to eat. Flour, baking powder, salt, sugar & lard for bannock.

Either spell check or auto-correct some corrections don’t make sense, yours did, so I was just making sure your sense of humor works too. I really dislike auto-correct, it waits until I’m getting ready to poke the Post reply arrow, then it does whatever it wants.

Bill……. Was that the brunette or the blonde? 🖖

Erica…… Out of curiosity, what sleeping bag did you eventually buy? 🖖 BB

Reproduction!

My mentors always wedged the paddles under the front seat and on top of the thwart or tied them into place for a portage yoke. Fishing rods were tied in to under the thwarts, close to the gunnel. Fragile rod tips were under the front seat out of harms way. Life vests buckled to a thwart. The...

Reposting this drivel from paddlingmag.com is not in the best interest of canoetripping.net. Anyone that wants to read this sort of fluffstuff is probably already subscribed to paddling magazine.