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Saturday, September 26, 2015
Sometimes I Get a Chance to Go Fishing
I don't like to leave too often during our season because invariably, somebody needs something or something breaks when I'm gone - at least it feels that way. But, I do like to sneak away to Wood Lake every now and then. Here I am with my friend Paul from about 10 days ago.
It was a good day of fishing.
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Wednesday, June 24, 2015
A Landing Net's Life
Once we hit the trail, she began her Wood Lake portage routine of blasting ahead at full speed, turning off the trail into the woods and running parallel back along the trail only to come out behind me. From that point, she snorts past me again, tongue flopping and nothing but a blurry streak of fur to do it repeatedly for the entire trail. I figure that she runs about three times the length of the trail every time we walk it. In the back of my mind, I’m waiting for the moment she drives out a momma bear and cubs to meet me, but that hasn’t occurred….yet.
As I walked the trail carrying my oars, our rods and my pack, I noted the fresh tracks in the mud – two people ahead of me. As a boy, I was trained to not leave tracks – not in the figurative sense connected to symbolically saving the BWCA, but instead, for real. Hunting and trapping as a kid, we never wanted to be followed and the best way to avoid followers is to never leave tracks as best we could and we still do this to this day. As a result, I observe this telltale “flaw” in others all the time and today’s tracks in front of me were no different. I could tell both were men, in their late 30’s to early 40’s, weighing about 185 lbs. each. They wore big floppy hats, mosquito head nets, blue, white and black, paddling gloves, and brand new long sleeve, nylon button-down shirts with brand new nylon, zip off pants.
As Delilah blasted silently down the portage, about 150 feet in front of me, up a hill and around a curve, I heard her let loose with the most ferocious, attack-dog bark her nine pound body could muster! First I thought ” bear” but that was immediately corrected. There was a scream and panic as a voice-in-terror yelled, “Gggaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! GET OUTTA HERE! GO AWAY!!!! ” as Delilah stopped them in their tracks. I tried to call her off, but she was unrelenting, so I picked up my pace to see two guys decked out in nylon shirts, zip-off pants, trail boots, blue-white-black paddling gloves, big hats and bug nets. Delilah finally shut up as her job was done attacking the space aliens. I chuckled and said when they passed, “I bet that scared the crap out of you!” to which one replied “Maybe a little…” Delilah looked back at me all proud and alert for taking down the “aliens” with a good, solid whoopin’. Then, she blasted down the portage once again.
When we hit the water, we endured a beautiful day with moderate catching but enough to keep up busy all day long. In a pretty true test, we found that live bait and artificial lures ended up producing about “neck and neck” . There was no real, obvious gain in using live bait over lures. Later in the day, the wind picked up and screamed from the west making for about 1.5 hours of tough rowing with a significant chop and some whitecaps. I put together this video called “A Landing Net’s Life” since the I had the camera stuck to the net.
Upon returning to the parking because not much wears Delilah out, she took off and chased a 70 foot long semi roaring past on the Fernberg Road. The present road crew tried to catch her but she blew past them, returning to me and prompting a parking lot visit by a concerned, but laughing foreman looking for “a little brown dog that was chasing one of their semi’s down the new asphalt.” Delilah stood up on the truck seat and smiled at him.
Good dog, Delilah. Never give up.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Class Reunion and Lightning Strikes
Yesterday, on Saturday, July 5th, Annette went down to watch the store Red Rock and Northwind Lodge to assist with lodge check-ins and store customers while I sneaked away to Ely to attend my 35th class reunion at the Boat House on Sheridan St.
Ordinarily, I don't like to leave the business ever because whenever I do, all heck breaks loose. It had been storming with some lightning and while the power was on, the phone and internet were dead. I took my smart phone and stuffed the fat thing in my pocket and reluctantly got in the truck and drove to town.
The reunion was fun. Meeting old classmates and friends and some of my cousins made for an enjoyable evening. Many bulls were shot and the world's problems were addressed. While talking loudly and straining to hear each other, a waitress with a cordless phone approached our table and asked one of my mates for a particular person and every arm on the table pointed to me. Of course...I am not allowed to leave the resort and it was making itself be known as it called me back with a smirk.
I had to step outside and recall Annette on her cell phone. She had to drive to almost Fall lake, 9 miles away to get cell reception. She tried calling me numerous times on my cell, but because I am a Luddite where a smart phone (really a dumb phone) is concerned. I could neither feel a vibration nor hear the ring tone I picked for that modern wonder that has brain-dead children everywhere addicted to thumb typing. Anyway, I headed outside and re-called her to find that there was a lightning strike and some strange goings on with the electrical power in several cabins. So, leave the fun and race back home I did. It's no longer a surprise but like a self-fulfilling prophecy, something that I just expect. Fortunately, there were no deer popping out of the ridiculously neglected, Lake County grass and weeds, forcing my hand at Fernberg Whack-A-Mole with the truck. I marveled at how the country seat in Two Harbors is manicured by county highway staff and the our region in the northern part of the county which contributes almost 40% of the taxes can't even get four foot high weeds cut on the edge of the road before mid to late July. One thinks of all sorts of things while speeding into the night with a strange-sounding problem crawling around on the ladders of one's mind.
When I arrived at the resort, I talked to Annette and she had no new information, so I went downstairs for a diagnostic meter and headed out to the rest of the resort. On the way, I stopped in the store to pick up a can of wasp spray because along with the lights out in about half of Cabin 8, there was a significant hornet nest very near the door. When I got there, I met with the cabin guests and they pointed out the nest. I proceeded to super-soak it with the spray. Yep - it was full of those rotten black wasps and I gave them a bath while dancing around as they fell out and slowly zoomed my way in a daze. With that I went into the back room where the electrical panels are and inspected all the fuses with a flashlight. All fuses appeared intact. No visible signs of burning or the smell of roasted metal under lightning. There was also no heat. The box was cool temperature-wise. Nonetheless, there were no lights in part of the cabin where the lights had been and I cannot figure out what is going on. I was glad that I opted to not drink a second beer that one of my classmates offered me at the bar. As a rule, I prefer to be completely focused whenever working with electricity. It only takes one screw up to make for a really bad evening.
I can't figure it out. Fuses are intact, lights are gone. Maybe the lightning strike burned off a wire without taking out a 15 amp fuse. I couldn't see how, but weird stuff happens with lightning. I told the party that I need to come back in the daylight and take a closer look tomorrow. They are fine with that and have a flashlight for the dark bathroom. Before I can get out the door, the group leader, Lindsey Shaner insists I take at least two freshly baked molasses cookies that apparently his wife made for him and the group. I did and ate them on the way to Cabin 5 where the story of electrical weirdness at Northwind Lodge was a continuing saga. The cookies were really quite good! I wanted another one but the scope of the mission didn't allow it.
At Cabin 5, the Murphies explained what happened, Big thunder, the lights went almost dark and the refrigerator got loud and didn't sound right. I tested the power which was now looking just fine and the fridge was sounding normal. Power hit a perfect 120 volts on my meter. I inspected the electrical panel and felt for hot circuit breakers and smelled for burning bake-lite. Nothing unusual, nothing tripped. I said goodnight to the Murphy's and headed home on foot in the dark, perplexed and a bit irritated that I had to leave the reunion and still couldn't really solve the problem in Cabin #8.
The next morning, the Shaner party headed out to Wood Lake. They fish there every day of the week during their stay here at Northwind Lodge. I met up with Pete Edwards, another longtime guest at our lodge and he told me the same story. IN Cabin #7, the lights went dark and the fridge made a lot of noise as it was drawing a lot of amps in the suddenly low voltage of what appeared to be brown-out as opposed to the more expected surge from a lightning strike. Pete volunteered to come with me and turn lights on and off to check circuits. I also scrounged around and luckily found the right sized batteries for my multi-meter that I would need to test resistance in cartridge fuses in Cabin 8. We go there and I tested all the cartridge fuses and re-inspected the the round fuses one more time. According to my meter, none of the fuses were fried. We go into the bathroom and look at those dang lights. Then it dawned on me.
I went to the hallway and located an old-fashioned light bulb, unscrewed the compact fluorescent light in the bathroom ceiling and replaced it with the real light bulb. Flipped the switch and lo-and-behold, the light lit up like a mini sun. That was it! The common denominator was there in front of us. Four CFL's died in the brownout. They don't do well in less than perfect conditions and it was imperfect at best, last night. In talking with my dad, he said that it sounded like the lighting hit really close to his house and in the vicinity of the transformer that powers the bulk of the resort. I still can't figure how we had a brownout in a lightning strike, but that is what appears to have happened. I suspect that the event may have shortened the lifespans of several cabin refrigerators as well. Only time will tell. Dang....
I need to make a mental note to add "checking common denominators" to my list of how to determine what goes wrong when it does. Fortunately, the problem was resolved rather easily and vacationing continues at Northwind Lodge.
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Ordinarily, I don't like to leave the business ever because whenever I do, all heck breaks loose. It had been storming with some lightning and while the power was on, the phone and internet were dead. I took my smart phone and stuffed the fat thing in my pocket and reluctantly got in the truck and drove to town.
The reunion was fun. Meeting old classmates and friends and some of my cousins made for an enjoyable evening. Many bulls were shot and the world's problems were addressed. While talking loudly and straining to hear each other, a waitress with a cordless phone approached our table and asked one of my mates for a particular person and every arm on the table pointed to me. Of course...I am not allowed to leave the resort and it was making itself be known as it called me back with a smirk.
I had to step outside and recall Annette on her cell phone. She had to drive to almost Fall lake, 9 miles away to get cell reception. She tried calling me numerous times on my cell, but because I am a Luddite where a smart phone (really a dumb phone) is concerned. I could neither feel a vibration nor hear the ring tone I picked for that modern wonder that has brain-dead children everywhere addicted to thumb typing. Anyway, I headed outside and re-called her to find that there was a lightning strike and some strange goings on with the electrical power in several cabins. So, leave the fun and race back home I did. It's no longer a surprise but like a self-fulfilling prophecy, something that I just expect. Fortunately, there were no deer popping out of the ridiculously neglected, Lake County grass and weeds, forcing my hand at Fernberg Whack-A-Mole with the truck. I marveled at how the country seat in Two Harbors is manicured by county highway staff and the our region in the northern part of the county which contributes almost 40% of the taxes can't even get four foot high weeds cut on the edge of the road before mid to late July. One thinks of all sorts of things while speeding into the night with a strange-sounding problem crawling around on the ladders of one's mind.
When I arrived at the resort, I talked to Annette and she had no new information, so I went downstairs for a diagnostic meter and headed out to the rest of the resort. On the way, I stopped in the store to pick up a can of wasp spray because along with the lights out in about half of Cabin 8, there was a significant hornet nest very near the door. When I got there, I met with the cabin guests and they pointed out the nest. I proceeded to super-soak it with the spray. Yep - it was full of those rotten black wasps and I gave them a bath while dancing around as they fell out and slowly zoomed my way in a daze. With that I went into the back room where the electrical panels are and inspected all the fuses with a flashlight. All fuses appeared intact. No visible signs of burning or the smell of roasted metal under lightning. There was also no heat. The box was cool temperature-wise. Nonetheless, there were no lights in part of the cabin where the lights had been and I cannot figure out what is going on. I was glad that I opted to not drink a second beer that one of my classmates offered me at the bar. As a rule, I prefer to be completely focused whenever working with electricity. It only takes one screw up to make for a really bad evening.
I can't figure it out. Fuses are intact, lights are gone. Maybe the lightning strike burned off a wire without taking out a 15 amp fuse. I couldn't see how, but weird stuff happens with lightning. I told the party that I need to come back in the daylight and take a closer look tomorrow. They are fine with that and have a flashlight for the dark bathroom. Before I can get out the door, the group leader, Lindsey Shaner insists I take at least two freshly baked molasses cookies that apparently his wife made for him and the group. I did and ate them on the way to Cabin 5 where the story of electrical weirdness at Northwind Lodge was a continuing saga. The cookies were really quite good! I wanted another one but the scope of the mission didn't allow it.
At Cabin 5, the Murphies explained what happened, Big thunder, the lights went almost dark and the refrigerator got loud and didn't sound right. I tested the power which was now looking just fine and the fridge was sounding normal. Power hit a perfect 120 volts on my meter. I inspected the electrical panel and felt for hot circuit breakers and smelled for burning bake-lite. Nothing unusual, nothing tripped. I said goodnight to the Murphy's and headed home on foot in the dark, perplexed and a bit irritated that I had to leave the reunion and still couldn't really solve the problem in Cabin #8.
The next morning, the Shaner party headed out to Wood Lake. They fish there every day of the week during their stay here at Northwind Lodge. I met up with Pete Edwards, another longtime guest at our lodge and he told me the same story. IN Cabin #7, the lights went dark and the fridge made a lot of noise as it was drawing a lot of amps in the suddenly low voltage of what appeared to be brown-out as opposed to the more expected surge from a lightning strike. Pete volunteered to come with me and turn lights on and off to check circuits. I also scrounged around and luckily found the right sized batteries for my multi-meter that I would need to test resistance in cartridge fuses in Cabin 8. We go there and I tested all the cartridge fuses and re-inspected the the round fuses one more time. According to my meter, none of the fuses were fried. We go into the bathroom and look at those dang lights. Then it dawned on me.
I went to the hallway and located an old-fashioned light bulb, unscrewed the compact fluorescent light in the bathroom ceiling and replaced it with the real light bulb. Flipped the switch and lo-and-behold, the light lit up like a mini sun. That was it! The common denominator was there in front of us. Four CFL's died in the brownout. They don't do well in less than perfect conditions and it was imperfect at best, last night. In talking with my dad, he said that it sounded like the lighting hit really close to his house and in the vicinity of the transformer that powers the bulk of the resort. I still can't figure how we had a brownout in a lightning strike, but that is what appears to have happened. I suspect that the event may have shortened the lifespans of several cabin refrigerators as well. Only time will tell. Dang....
I need to make a mental note to add "checking common denominators" to my list of how to determine what goes wrong when it does. Fortunately, the problem was resolved rather easily and vacationing continues at Northwind Lodge.
Northwind Lodge Website
Red Rock Outdoors Blog
Red Rock Wilderness Store Website
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Put in a Little Time on Jasper - Catch Some Nice Fish
The Norman family from southern Illinois are showing them how to do it again here at Northwind Lodge. Bob, Mary Sue and son Jake have been pulling out some beeyooteefull smallmouth up to 5 lbs. and largemouth up to 6 lbs. and one 5 lb. walleye so far. Northern pike have been hitting as well but nothing really huge has made its presence be known - yet. Bluegills are really active in the new, upcoming weedbeds of Jasper. Some of the best fishing for big bass has been in the shallows right in front of the river where Jasper Creek dumps into the lake. That happens to be next to our docks. Some of our guest have been pulling in really nice bass without even getting into a boat.
During this week the Normans are our only fishing group and they spent the day on Wood Lake yesterday with spectacular walleye and bass fishing. Big fish, little fish, fish who climb on rocks were hitting hard all day during the high pressure and overcast skies. It was like the perfect storm for fishing and they were biting all over the area. Having a retail store like Red Rock here lets us find out where, who, what, when, and why in fishing details for the region. Many people caught fish incorrectly believing that they only bit on leeches or worms. They were slamming artificials like crazy as well. So, you can go out and buy organic, live bait and lug it around with you, keeping it alive, or you can bring of box of undead lures and toss them over the side. When the fish are biting, you will catch the same amount of fish with either and the undead allow you to use them over and over while forgetting them in the sun. You come out ahead with the undead.
Salmo Hornets #3 in Rainbow Dace have been scoring big with walleyes and stream trout simply by trolling them on the bottom for walleyes with a rubber core sinker or 200 feet behind the boat for trout. Black and gold, F11 floating Rapalas are also getting attacked by walleyes and huge bass. Another great bass lure is the Yamamoto Senko, 5" worm rigged wacky style. (that means hooked in the middle for those of you who don't know all that tech jargon of the southern bass world). Just cast them out and let them sink to the bottom in bass country and walleyes will come in and gobble those up as well! Who knew!
So, if you like to fish, take a few days and come up to Northwind Lodge and hit the water. But remember, to do well, you need to put in the time. It's a pretty rare occasion where you can go out in one day, hit them hard and go home. So, in my opinion, planning an overnighter will be a waste of time and money. At least try to squeeze in three nights. Check out our online internet specials! You really need to get up north and get back to wilderness. Or do you like being surrounded by a sea of people? Click Here
During this week the Normans are our only fishing group and they spent the day on Wood Lake yesterday with spectacular walleye and bass fishing. Big fish, little fish, fish who climb on rocks were hitting hard all day during the high pressure and overcast skies. It was like the perfect storm for fishing and they were biting all over the area. Having a retail store like Red Rock here lets us find out where, who, what, when, and why in fishing details for the region. Many people caught fish incorrectly believing that they only bit on leeches or worms. They were slamming artificials like crazy as well. So, you can go out and buy organic, live bait and lug it around with you, keeping it alive, or you can bring of box of undead lures and toss them over the side. When the fish are biting, you will catch the same amount of fish with either and the undead allow you to use them over and over while forgetting them in the sun. You come out ahead with the undead.
Salmo Hornets #3 in Rainbow Dace have been scoring big with walleyes and stream trout simply by trolling them on the bottom for walleyes with a rubber core sinker or 200 feet behind the boat for trout. Black and gold, F11 floating Rapalas are also getting attacked by walleyes and huge bass. Another great bass lure is the Yamamoto Senko, 5" worm rigged wacky style. (that means hooked in the middle for those of you who don't know all that tech jargon of the southern bass world). Just cast them out and let them sink to the bottom in bass country and walleyes will come in and gobble those up as well! Who knew!
So, if you like to fish, take a few days and come up to Northwind Lodge and hit the water. But remember, to do well, you need to put in the time. It's a pretty rare occasion where you can go out in one day, hit them hard and go home. So, in my opinion, planning an overnighter will be a waste of time and money. At least try to squeeze in three nights. Check out our online internet specials! You really need to get up north and get back to wilderness. Or do you like being surrounded by a sea of people? Click Here
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Finally Gone Fishing with Delilah plus Video Footage
We each packed our packs and loaded up my dad's rusty old truck and headed off to Wood Lake for a day for wilderness fishing. I hadn't really been on the water yet in any meaningful way and today was going to be a fishing trip / dog test. I decided to take a chance on messing up what looked to be a perfectly beautiful day by taking Delilah along and having her in the boat for the whole day. Over the years, we didn't usually bring a dog. Some go crazy in the boat trying to bite fish and stepping in tackle boxes, others are scared of the water or being far from shore. There was some risk in taking this little dog, but my dad was on board with the idea, so we decided to give it a try.
The boats were filled with water from the big rain dump the two nights previous. I bailed them while I waited for Dad to catch up. Got everything ready and when he arrived shortly and we loaded up the boat and headed down the river to the main part of the lake. In the water along the way, we were looking at the lilly pads below the surface. They all stood at attention waiting to rise up and great the air but they had a ways to go. Most were under at least six inches of water. There were very few of them who'd made it to their summer resting places laying on the water in a large green mosaic to tangle with oars and canoe paddles and to feed the moose. The vast open water made for faster rowing without the pads trying their best to slow us down and enjoy the day by their rules.
Delilah found her spot on the seat in between the motor (me) and Dad in the back of the boat. So far, so very good. The little dog was as calm as the day is long enjoying the sights, sounds and smells of new muskeg as everything prepared to grow into the summer season. You could smell the fresh smells of new grass and tree buds and tamaracks. There was the clean smell of the wind as it travels through a filter of ten thousand trees only to cross the water and greet the trees on the other side. Delilah was taking it all in like a new day in a puppy's world, sniffing the air, briefly analyzing, learning and getting her ducks in a row for the years to come leading in the role of an adult.
It ended up a really good day on Wood Lake, We got some walleyes and some really nice perch.
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At the Wood Lake parking lot, I put a leash on Delilah, put on my pack with an overkill amount of fishing tackle, inflatable PFD, raincoat, beverages, and other sundry items I always have with me when out in the woods. Things like firestarters, matches, a lighter, toilet tissue, plastic bags for fish, an anchor rope with a replacement landing net on one end for my anchor should we need to stop, and two small boat cushions. I never go without those cushions. You can get a serious case of "boat butt" from sitting on those hard aluminum seats and without cushions. As a result, you end up MacGuyvering stuff out of available resources. It's just better to bring along cushions.
I picked up my eight foot guiding oars and small landing net and headed down the trail. May dad followed up with the rods and his pack. His pack is the most important as it has the lunch in it. It's a really long day with no lunch.
Down the trail D and me go, with her out in front matching my pace nicely. We make it all the way to the boats with no issues and it helps that this was not Delilah's first rodeo on the Wood Lake portage. We were just here a week ago on a possible search/rescue that turned out to be nothing (a good nothing).
The boats were filled with water from the big rain dump the two nights previous. I bailed them while I waited for Dad to catch up. Got everything ready and when he arrived shortly and we loaded up the boat and headed down the river to the main part of the lake. In the water along the way, we were looking at the lilly pads below the surface. They all stood at attention waiting to rise up and great the air but they had a ways to go. Most were under at least six inches of water. There were very few of them who'd made it to their summer resting places laying on the water in a large green mosaic to tangle with oars and canoe paddles and to feed the moose. The vast open water made for faster rowing without the pads trying their best to slow us down and enjoy the day by their rules.
Delilah found her spot on the seat in between the motor (me) and Dad in the back of the boat. So far, so very good. The little dog was as calm as the day is long enjoying the sights, sounds and smells of new muskeg as everything prepared to grow into the summer season. You could smell the fresh smells of new grass and tree buds and tamaracks. There was the clean smell of the wind as it travels through a filter of ten thousand trees only to cross the water and greet the trees on the other side. Delilah was taking it all in like a new day in a puppy's world, sniffing the air, briefly analyzing, learning and getting her ducks in a row for the years to come leading in the role of an adult.
We finally made it out to the first island and set up to troll through that familiar spot. Sometimes, the fishing there can be so good that no further traveling is required. Today, with the slow southeast wind, it was an inactive spot with nobody home. Or, if they were home, they weren't answering the door like people who ran out of candy on Halloween night. An easterly wind will do that almost every time.
We continued onward, noticing how slow the fishing was going with some near "hits" by northerns missing our lures at the last second and startling the "bejeezus" out of us. You never seem to expect that high-speed attack/miss/swirl by the freshwater sharks in northern Minnesota. Some were small, some were nice sized, all were fast as greased lightning. When we finally boated a fish, Delilah would do the unthinkable. This eight-and-and-half-month-old puppy has the wherewithal to back out of the way and observe no matter how much flopping around occurred. She neither barked nor cowered but instead simply watched calmly. When the fish went back in the lake or on the stringer, she looked over the side briefly and then went back to doing her thing. That has never been my experience with a dog in the boat before. We were both surprised and impressed.
Well, we put distance behind us as I pumped aluminum and picked up scattered fish here and there. At one point, my dad hooked what appeared to be a hefty walleye. It wouldn't come up and had a lot of determination to not come into the boat. Those are always fun. Here's the video of that :
We continued onward, noticing how slow the fishing was going with some near "hits" by northerns missing our lures at the last second and startling the "bejeezus" out of us. You never seem to expect that high-speed attack/miss/swirl by the freshwater sharks in northern Minnesota. Some were small, some were nice sized, all were fast as greased lightning. When we finally boated a fish, Delilah would do the unthinkable. This eight-and-and-half-month-old puppy has the wherewithal to back out of the way and observe no matter how much flopping around occurred. She neither barked nor cowered but instead simply watched calmly. When the fish went back in the lake or on the stringer, she looked over the side briefly and then went back to doing her thing. That has never been my experience with a dog in the boat before. We were both surprised and impressed.
Well, we put distance behind us as I pumped aluminum and picked up scattered fish here and there. At one point, my dad hooked what appeared to be a hefty walleye. It wouldn't come up and had a lot of determination to not come into the boat. Those are always fun. Here's the video of that :
Yes, I accidentally shut off the camera right when it was getting good.
Here's the rest of the event:
It ended up a really good day on Wood Lake, We got some walleyes and some really nice perch.
And, here we're breaking for lunch with Delilah:
Late in the day, the wind changed to a south wind and the fishing kicked into much higher gear as we were on our way out.
It was a good day on Wood Lake. More videos to come.
It was a good day on Wood Lake. More videos to come.
On the return, it was something to note that a zillion lily pads, only eight hours later, were now resting flat on top of the water instead of below. They grew like crazy in just one day and were their juvenile red color instead of their more mature green color to come in the ensuing days of summer. I have a feeling the brush is going to be very, very bushy this season.
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