Life On and Off an Acreage

In-sights into moving from an Acreage back to Town, plus a few things I find of interest.

Two things that horses are scared about:


1. Things that move
2. Things that don't move




Old enough to be eccentric, but not rich enough
Showing posts with label fishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fishing. Show all posts

July 29, 2015

Fishing with a Twist

 Today I decided to go fishing, for the first time in 10 years. It's hard to get away when you own 3 horses and want to ride daily. I waxed the canoe (2 coats) and power buffed it. I collected all my fishing stuff. I disappeared at 08:00.  What started out as a nice day turned into a windy one and too much to be fishing in a canoe. So, out came the camera and I slow paddled the shores to see what wild life could be found.

At the boat launch, I started out with this mother mallard. She was sleeping and wouldn't move.


 Next to her, almost unnoticeable was her family, sleeping beak to beak.

 Next came the Red-Necked Grebe. It's in Alberta, hence the name. That's my story and i'm sticking to it!

 Another look at the Grebe

 The next shots are of the Canada Geese. They were every where.




 This shot has a wee bird in the front. I'm not sure what it is.


 More Mallards and Young



 I found two Osprey nests, one up a dry creek and the other on a prominent point.




 Mamma was eating fish and baby was watching me.



 Two more shots of the red-Necked Grebe


 Next we have a couple of shots of a Golden Eye duck showing off.



 Another Osprey from a different nest.

 More Mallards lined up. The canoe lets you get real close.





 This is a Belted King Fisher. I was only able to get the one shot of him. Spooky!


All the shots were taken in Carson-Pegasus Provincial Park.

April 26, 2012

November 10, 2011

Nostalgic Thursday

When growing up, I had the opportunity to do a fair bit of flying. This is a shot taken in 1963 at a fly in camp about 70 air miles north of Kenora. When the plane came in, everybody turned out to unload food, gas, guests and everything that a fishing camp in an isolated area required. Even the jeep on the dock was cut in pieces and flown in.

The aircraft is a Noordyn Norseman, an ex military craft built in the 1930's. In 1963 it was already old, but reliable. It had a big round Pratt and Whitney  450 horse power radial engine. It was loud, and hence the aircraft nickname of Thunder Chicken. There are still a few flying, and I believe that Red Lake Ontario still has an annual fly in honoring the plane. Other notable aircraft were common at the dock, the de Havilland  Beaver, Otter (or Stone Boat), Twin Otter, Champion, Cessna 180, 182, 172, and even a Canso ( or PBY Flying Boat)
 Life was very different in 1963. Words that come to mind are, restful, peaceful, easy-going.

Life revolved around the dock, eating, fishing and relaxing.


I didn't guide at this camp, but went fishing with a good friend, and hunted deer and moose in the fall.

The camp handled about 120 guests at a time and had a support staff of around 30.

A big single cylinder diesel generator was brought in via ice road. It powered a town of around 5000 people in one of the northern states prior to going north. The flywheel weighted about 3 tons if I remember correctly.