What is your weather today?
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CWLONGSHOT
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My lil girl was very afeared of them tunders!!! If she coulda crawled inside me, she woulda!!!!
Cadillac Jeff
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snow , sleet , rain , just a chitty day outside
sposta be in the 50's & 60's next week !!
sposta be in the 50's & 60's next week !!
oscarflytyer
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and we were lucky once again. all the real bad stuff missed us, even the mildly bad. Didn't even get much if any rain past afternoon. Other areas in and around weren't so lucky.
smokeywolf
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Low to mid 40s today. Light intermittent showers. Quite windy this morning. Couple of items blown over on our back (north) deck. Haven't looked at the anemometer, but definitely gale force gusts or nearly.
Cadillac Jeff
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We had upper 30's & sunny---had the same 15 mph NE wind Rick H had.
was kinda nice
was kinda nice
CZ93X62
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Two gloriously beautiful days in a row here in Kalifornistan/South Oblast. Yesterday was the only weekday NOT beset by doctors for one or both of us, so we spent it in the desert scuffling around in Desert Center looking for lilies or other wildflowers. Almost zero wildflowers of any kind, due to little winter rain this year. Temps at mid-day ran in the low 80s with little wind. SOMETHING should be blooming now, but even the ocotillos aren't popping yet.
Today in the home area (Redlands) it got to 78 degrees with gentle breezes in the afternoon. Another crummy day in Emperor Gavin's Workers' Paradise.
Today in the home area (Redlands) it got to 78 degrees with gentle breezes in the afternoon. Another crummy day in Emperor Gavin's Workers' Paradise.
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Cadillac Jeff
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We are sneekin up on 50's ---bird's are slowly coming back, saw a robin out back & a tufted Titmouse in the feeder. I walked on what is left of the pile of snow from blowing the drive all winter, it was near 6 ft. before melt down & is now 3 ft. << on the north side of the house so it will be the last snow to go....I will update as it goes away!!! 
<<< I know the drama
Jeff
<<< I know the drama Jeff
Glaciers
Alaska Land of the Midnight Sun
6 am and 9 below. Bright sunshiny day today and on through Monday. Gun show this weekend, selling brass and bullets plus a RCBS Rockchucker.
Tuesday looks like the end of the minus temperatures, and Wednesday is predicted 6 days of snow. Hopefully only an inch here and half inch there. But, predicted to be above zero day and night going forward. Not predicted to break 32* yet. But it's coming.
Two seasons in Alaska, winter and 4th of July.
Tuesday looks like the end of the minus temperatures, and Wednesday is predicted 6 days of snow. Hopefully only an inch here and half inch there. But, predicted to be above zero day and night going forward. Not predicted to break 32* yet. But it's coming.
Two seasons in Alaska, winter and 4th of July.
L Ross
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Boy, I am not selling anything until I can see a light at the end of what appears to be a long and very dark tunnel. I helped a dear friend sell off his all of his reloading supplies to another much younger and needier friend. But.....it was tempting to just buy it and sit on it.
CWLONGSHOT
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Forcast was teens ta start and might hit 40.... it hit 63!! Tomorrow supposed ta hit mid 50's... maybe we see our first 70's???
L Ross
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Walked out to feed the birds and I was instantly transported back to the late 1970's. I grew up near the Wolf River in NE WI and there is an annual walleye spawning run where a straggling mass of walleyes migrate from Lake Winnebago up the Wolf as far as 90 miles by river, some as far as the dam in Shawano, WI. They start the trip while there is still ice covering the river as early as late February and the "run" is typically over by the end of April with the majority of the walleyes having drifted back down stream until the next Spring.
The fish in this ecosystem do not spawn on rocky/gravely structure but instead head into shallow, temporarily flooded mashes of Reed Canary Grass, Willows, and Swamp Maple. There when the waters warm to about 42 degrees, they "puddle" like a bunch of carp, with many males tending a ripe spawner. These marshes are critical habitat to the Winnebago system.
In the simpler time of my youth, this annual event was more anticipated that the deer gun season. Many locals built rafts consisting of wood platforms floating on 55 gallon drums banded and nailed to the underside of the raft. Some had shacks built on the raft, many had their shacks on the shore above the raft with a long ramp fastened to the raft and staked to the shore line, typically on the outside curve of a bend so as to intercept the returning post spawn walleyes as they drifted back, tail first to Lake Winnebago. Long cane poles illuminated by Coleman Lanterns where the normal tackle from which "Wolf River Rigs" dangled Emerald Shiner minnows in the swirling current below.
The Green Bay TV stations would send reporters out to interview anglers at local hot spots, with "Bamboo Bend" being a classic, so named for the forest of horizontal hanging cane poles thrust out over the black current. Many of the poles were gaily painted in the owner's colors and patterns, each different from his neighbor's. A well known reporter famous for his cigarette ravaged voice, made the rounds of the shanties and was lucky to have a driver to return him, well lubricated to Green Bay following his interviews with the river men. There was a nightly radio program from New London, a Wolf River town down stream from Shiocton, (home of Bamboo Bend), that began its annual programming with the earliest reports of fish activity and reached its frenzied crescendo when the cry, "The run is on", echoed along the cold dark river bank, perhaps lubricated with a couple of PBR's.
Mostly during daylight hours a fleet of jon boats prowled the river and those marshes in search of walleyes. Over the decades, the WI DNR finally made the marshes off limits because not all of the locals were willing to abide by sporting methods and limits in their pursuit of the valuable walleye. I recall in third grade, a trio of males walleyes swimming in the sink in the back of the class room staying alive until the teacher who had paid 2 bucks each could take them home alive for a fresh walleye fry. But after dark, men who had learned the art of "fish trapping" from their elders made wire cages and deposited them in key locations playing a game of cat and mouse with the wardens. The extra money back in those days of one car families and stay at home Mom's was too great a lure for some. The Lake Sturgeon poaching was conducted by fewer "violators" but brought big money for live fish and there were known buyers of poached fish. If you heard a clunking sound in the trunk of a 63 Impala, it was not an abducted female human wrapped in the wet burlap bags therein, indeed not. It was almost guaranteed to be a female Lake Sturgeon destined to bring $1.50 per pound live weight. Wicked Tuna on the Wolf.
Anyway, this screed has already rambled on too long and the point of my tedious diatribe was the air smelled and felt like those heady days of my youth on the river, and I felt the tingle of wind in my face from a skimming jon boat and could almost smell two stroke exhaust from a burbling Scott-Atwater or old Evinrude. "The run is on!"
The fish in this ecosystem do not spawn on rocky/gravely structure but instead head into shallow, temporarily flooded mashes of Reed Canary Grass, Willows, and Swamp Maple. There when the waters warm to about 42 degrees, they "puddle" like a bunch of carp, with many males tending a ripe spawner. These marshes are critical habitat to the Winnebago system.
In the simpler time of my youth, this annual event was more anticipated that the deer gun season. Many locals built rafts consisting of wood platforms floating on 55 gallon drums banded and nailed to the underside of the raft. Some had shacks built on the raft, many had their shacks on the shore above the raft with a long ramp fastened to the raft and staked to the shore line, typically on the outside curve of a bend so as to intercept the returning post spawn walleyes as they drifted back, tail first to Lake Winnebago. Long cane poles illuminated by Coleman Lanterns where the normal tackle from which "Wolf River Rigs" dangled Emerald Shiner minnows in the swirling current below.
The Green Bay TV stations would send reporters out to interview anglers at local hot spots, with "Bamboo Bend" being a classic, so named for the forest of horizontal hanging cane poles thrust out over the black current. Many of the poles were gaily painted in the owner's colors and patterns, each different from his neighbor's. A well known reporter famous for his cigarette ravaged voice, made the rounds of the shanties and was lucky to have a driver to return him, well lubricated to Green Bay following his interviews with the river men. There was a nightly radio program from New London, a Wolf River town down stream from Shiocton, (home of Bamboo Bend), that began its annual programming with the earliest reports of fish activity and reached its frenzied crescendo when the cry, "The run is on", echoed along the cold dark river bank, perhaps lubricated with a couple of PBR's.
Mostly during daylight hours a fleet of jon boats prowled the river and those marshes in search of walleyes. Over the decades, the WI DNR finally made the marshes off limits because not all of the locals were willing to abide by sporting methods and limits in their pursuit of the valuable walleye. I recall in third grade, a trio of males walleyes swimming in the sink in the back of the class room staying alive until the teacher who had paid 2 bucks each could take them home alive for a fresh walleye fry. But after dark, men who had learned the art of "fish trapping" from their elders made wire cages and deposited them in key locations playing a game of cat and mouse with the wardens. The extra money back in those days of one car families and stay at home Mom's was too great a lure for some. The Lake Sturgeon poaching was conducted by fewer "violators" but brought big money for live fish and there were known buyers of poached fish. If you heard a clunking sound in the trunk of a 63 Impala, it was not an abducted female human wrapped in the wet burlap bags therein, indeed not. It was almost guaranteed to be a female Lake Sturgeon destined to bring $1.50 per pound live weight. Wicked Tuna on the Wolf.
Anyway, this screed has already rambled on too long and the point of my tedious diatribe was the air smelled and felt like those heady days of my youth on the river, and I felt the tingle of wind in my face from a skimming jon boat and could almost smell two stroke exhaust from a burbling Scott-Atwater or old Evinrude. "The run is on!"
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CWLONGSHOT
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I do miss those weekend fish frys with fresh caught Walleye!! Very soon after ice out was our clue. Some oretty cold days but when ya found them copious amounts could be caught!!
Outside over a fire with a big cast iron skillet and pancake batter mixed with a good stout beer was the mixture. I remember no matter how many we kept there wasnt enough a d that paper towel where ya places the fillets outta the oil was always empty!!!
Now I want a fish fry!!
Thanks for the memory!!
CW
Outside over a fire with a big cast iron skillet and pancake batter mixed with a good stout beer was the mixture. I remember no matter how many we kept there wasnt enough a d that paper towel where ya places the fillets outta the oil was always empty!!!
Now I want a fish fry!!
Thanks for the memory!!
CW
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California's Central Coast Amid The Insanity
Yesterday was one of those pleasant Spring days that you read about but don't experience too often enough. Sunny all day long, high about 62, big puffy white clouds, and a cool light breeze. Welcome Spring!
Calvin would have donned his pith helmet, grabbed a shovel and bucket and he and Hobbes would have raced to the woods for a day of productive treasure hunting.
Calvin would have donned his pith helmet, grabbed a shovel and bucket and he and Hobbes would have raced to the woods for a day of productive treasure hunting.
CWLONGSHOT
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Fiddle heads and Morels are just around the corner...
CW
CW
L Ross
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Jalapeno dill pickled fiddleheads or fiddle heads creamed on toast. Or a blend of fiddleheads and asparagus.