And sunshine yet again

[jhetley]

This is getting boring.  Well, we're promised rain Monday night.  Or maybe snow.

Speaking of snow, I've been waiting to hear news of our annual rite of "rescue the hunters."  November is Hunting Season up here in the Great North,  for which numbers of both native and furriner Nimrods hop into pickup trucks and vanish deep into the Wet Wild Wood.  And, often as not, get stranded thirty or forty miles back in on paper company logging roads when we get our first serious snow of the season. 

"Gee, snow.  Wonder how that happened?"

What part of "Maine" don't you understand?

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[sclerotic-rings.livejournal.com]

Ah, memories of growing up in Michigan, because I remember the similar search parties when I was a kid. Usually, they'd find said nimrods within 30 feet of where they'd abandoned their trucks: they'd leave their warm weather gear, fire gear, and even their weapons in the truck, but they'd always remember to save the beer.

Incidentally, my father owns a hovercraft due to similar nimrods in Wisconsin. My parents live on Little Lake Butte des Morts, a widening of the Fox River before it hits Lake Winnebago, and it's incredibly popular with ice fishermen in the middle of winter. Unfortunately, this being Wisconsin, successive generations of inbreeding in the Appleton area leave it with morons who continue to icefish well past the season. They hear the ice cracking in the spring thaw, and admit it to reporters and police later, but figure "It won't affect me" until the floe they're on separates and saunters downstream toward the Army Corps of Engineers locks leading to the lake. In the early Nineties, the local police bought a two-man hovercraft to rescue these morons before discovering (a) the hovercraft couldn't make an easy transition from water to ice without tipping over either hovercraft or floe and (b) said rescued morons would get right back out onto the ice and need to be rescued again. Finally, the police had to take the same tack as the park rangers around Mount Hood when idiot Portlanders would try to climb the mountain sans food or gear but with a handy cell phone to cry for help: you get on the ice in April, you're responsible for your own actions. It's amazing how wise people get when they realize that they aren't going to be rescued, isn't it?

Incidentally, I also have Wisconsin to thank for discovering what happens when one tries to go dynamite fishing through six-foot ice. This moron thankfully was standing in a boat on the ice when he did this, thereby preventing him from being near the middle of a hundred-foot lake water and chum Slurpee, but he forgot that the subsequent detonation would be heard by everybody. He was still trying to get his boat out of the slush when the police came out to visit.