Your editor, Bird Dog, is away this week. It's duck, goose and bird (Ruffed and Sharp-Tailed Grouse) season up in Canada. The 100 year-old private club/camp we go to is on an inlet on the upper edge of Lake Winnipegosis (not a disease) in Manitoba. Tough to get to and definitely out of touch - no cell, no cable, no phone to speak of unless you count a party-line with one outlet, no electric except for a big Cat gasoline generator on a flat-bed trailer, which enables abundant hot water and a sybaritic sauna if dehydration is your thing - it is my misfortune that I prefer Scotch whiskey as medicine for cold-wet. Nice old place, open only 6 weeks/year, then boarded-up and the furniture covered with sheets til next fall. Hey, ACLU - female guests not permitted. Jimmy Doolittle used to stay and hunt there. Not many people up there, and more Indians than Anglos. Craig is bringing Harley this year - an over-sized tough Lab with a chest like a fortress and a fine nose, who will no doubt do all of our brain work and our dirty work very well. I get invited for my Injun eyes, and Craig for his dog. I post the Google earth image below of our inlet (much of the green is marsh - this is duck heaven. Scale is about 10 miles laterally on image). There will not be much new posting this week unless Dylanologist can hold down the fort (a damn shame he can't come this year, nor can Gwynnie's young pup), but I will pre-post some stuff, and some of Maggie's Farm's Greatest Hits. We'll be back next week...God willing and the creek don't rise
. Will post some photos when I get back, if I don't drop the camera in the water. Got to hope for ugly weather.
What guns am I bringing?, I hear you asking. My Beretta auto 12 ga, and my old Abercrombie and Fitch side-by-side 20 ga for birds.
