Fishing and Trapping
It's Saturday! Which means either fishing, trapping, or both. There is enough daylight now that I would have time to go fishing after work, but it seems as if the last few weeks have been so busy that I haven't had the chance. I headed out for daybreak again which isn't until about 10:30 am. It was an absolutely beautiful morning.
+20 degrees, scattered clouds, and a nice bright sun rising high up into the sky. The fish didn't cooperate as well as past weeks, but I still ended up with about 10 trout and half that many whitefish. I fished for a lot longer though.
At about 2 I packed up to fill in my trapline with a couple marten sets in the trees. I brought my .22 along to sight in too. I figured after last weekend I had better get that into action if I wanted any edible small game. I made two marten sets, a couple snares sets for otter, and one more lynx set.
When I was making the lynx set I heard a moose cracking through the willows. I was in a small, confined creek bed, and really hoping that moose wanted to stay up that bank in the willows just as much as I wanted it to.
Oren is really getting around good going backwards. He still hasn't figured out the whole idea of crawling forward. The one time he did it was because he nearly jumped out of his skin when I turned the blender on. He was sitting down a little ways from the couch and when the blender started jumped forward and was just working up a head of steam when the couch halted his forward momentum. We got a pretty good laugh.
While he happens to be good at getting around backwards he hasn't figured out how to go the direction that he wants to go.
For instance, a toy that he wants is just out of reach a few inches from his hands. He gets on his hands and knees and reaches for it and the next thing you know he is five feet away from it. Then he just gets mad.
He also gets ticked when he backs up under things and then he can't get out. He hasn't figured out yet that he has to turn around and go backwards from where he is stuck.
+20 degrees, scattered clouds, and a nice bright sun rising high up into the sky. The fish didn't cooperate as well as past weeks, but I still ended up with about 10 trout and half that many whitefish. I fished for a lot longer though.
At about 2 I packed up to fill in my trapline with a couple marten sets in the trees. I brought my .22 along to sight in too. I figured after last weekend I had better get that into action if I wanted any edible small game. I made two marten sets, a couple snares sets for otter, and one more lynx set.
When I was making the lynx set I heard a moose cracking through the willows. I was in a small, confined creek bed, and really hoping that moose wanted to stay up that bank in the willows just as much as I wanted it to.
Oren is really getting around good going backwards. He still hasn't figured out the whole idea of crawling forward. The one time he did it was because he nearly jumped out of his skin when I turned the blender on. He was sitting down a little ways from the couch and when the blender started jumped forward and was just working up a head of steam when the couch halted his forward momentum. We got a pretty good laugh.
While he happens to be good at getting around backwards he hasn't figured out how to go the direction that he wants to go.
For instance, a toy that he wants is just out of reach a few inches from his hands. He gets on his hands and knees and reaches for it and the next thing you know he is five feet away from it. Then he just gets mad.
He also gets ticked when he backs up under things and then he can't get out. He hasn't figured out yet that he has to turn around and go backwards from where he is stuck.
So Much Fun He's Fast Asleep
Last Saturday a couple guys got lost in a mini blizzard. They were heading back to Noatak from Kivalina. They had gotten split up in the weather. SAR found the guy from Kivalina the next day. The guy from Noatak was lost for four days. He had left his snowmobile and started walking. At some point he had hurt his leg or his foot somehow and laid down in the snow with his arms pulled inside his Parkie. The warm weather and blowing snow iced up over him and he was stuck. Apparently he kept hearing snowmobiles but he couldn't break free. Somebody finally saw him because he was waving a free leg in the air.
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