Week Ending Nov 18

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By Ford Geo on Saturday, November 18, 2000 - 10:15 pm:

Here's a Good News Press Release from the family who founded the Huron Mountain Club:

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By Alvin on Friday, November 17, 2000 - 10:32 pm:

We are The Reasoning Race, and when we find a vague file of chipmunk tracks stringing through the dust of Stratford village, we know by our reasoning powers that Hercules has been along there.
Mark Twain

hunter,
I thought the Monday "Discovery" show had an item about donating deer meat. Or you could try one of the places below.
Houghton/Hancock Bureau - 322 Sheldon Ave; Houghton, MI 49931; Phone 906-487-6666 Fax 906-487-5285
http://www.wluctv6.com/cgi-bin/bb/Ultimate.cgi

If all else fails, knock on any door in the Copper Country. If the person who answers doesn't need venison, they could perhaps direct you to a location that does.

The Salvation Army may be another place to ask.

Loking for information on where to donate venison for anyone that would want it

hello

Both Sides See Momentum in Congress for Gun Control
DENVER, Nov. 14 — Two states' overwhelming approval of ballot initiatives last week to require background checks at weekend gun shows is prompting advocates of gun control to predict that the incoming Congress might pass legislation that creates a similar federal law. Even gun-rights organizations like the National Rifle Association, which fought the efforts in both states, Colorado and Oregon, say the time might be right for a bipartisan agreement. But despite passage in what both sides consider as "pro-gun" states, the success in getting any national law continues to hinge on how long it will take for the checks to be completed. "It's clear that the votes indicate that in two relatively pro-gun states, a very large percentage of voters approve closing the gun-show loophole," said Michael Barnes, president of Handgun Control Inc., a private organization that works for gun- control laws. "Congress no longer has any excuse to block this kind of common-sense legislation." Bill Powers, a spokesman for the National Rifle Association, said, "Hopefully, we can make some minor adjustments in the legislative process and resolve this once and for all."
Click here to read whole article

Hey, I hope this helps a few people.

If you purchase a firearm deer license ( for $13 ) , and bag yer buck, you are done hunting !

There is no second rifle tag available. If you try to buy a second tag, the license terminal will dial lansing to verify that you have not already purchased one.The only option is to buy the combo license. you must buy both tags at once ( $26)
One of the tags is limited to a buck with at least 4 or more points on one side. ( restricted tag ) These tags can be filled in any combination. ( restricted tag first or last, tags filled in any combo of bow, rifle, muzzleloading season.)
If you or someone you know has purchased a rifle license, please tell them of their only option to get a second tag :
Go to a license dealer, with your unused rifle tag. Dealer will keep it, and void it out. You can then buy a combo license for $26. (you have already paid $13 for the rifle tag, so you owe $13 more.)
lots of confusion about this !
Hope this helps someone.
Good luck hunting !
Poker

Ode to a Deer Hunter

The air is cold and lonely over six inches of November snow
Each step is quiet and slow
Hardwoods tall and leafless move overhead
Their branches slap and scratch at each other
With leaves gone it's like they're suddenly aware
Their arms are all linked together
They reach high higher than the other
And lose white bursts of wind blown flakes
Floating down, spent, white glitter
With their branches doing battle above,
prize fighters with missing white teeth
they hold up their arms to a new falling snow
On their shoulders white towels
Boxing each other or the wind high overhead
In the quiet I follow a trail down below
Walking a maze of thick tree trunks
Slowly like the deer I follow
Each step with thought as I look all around
My feet in thick boots feel for branches hidden in snow
Or step over blanketed limbs from the battle above
My breath white fog
No one is near
Pausing on the edge of a gully my eyes search everywhere
To my right, ahead, and to the left I stare
Listening and watching for that familiar orange hat that's not there
Hoping to see the deer
Before he sees me
And there, as you pass slowly eighty yards distant away
Just my memory of a day long ago,
Your orange hat,
Appearing from a tree
You and I on the trail
Of what we hoped would be a buck
And I watch as you reach out
And put a gloved hand against bark
Your Remington heavy on your shoulder
I hear your cough as you clear your lungs
You push your hat back on your forehead and look my way
How long I wondered should I stand here
And I watch you to see what you do
I try to look closely for a movement or sign
And back at you again, and your orange is now gone
When you're on the top of the gully, on the other side
I see you stop and look my way
I hold tightly the Winchester your first gun
And I slowly decline
Reaching the top I look for you and see
That familiar orange hat, your hand on the tree

Now here in these woods that I hunt
High above the branches still battle
With your Remington on my shoulder
My hand on a tree,
I look all around
You are not here,
that hat I won't see
Here I now hunt the way you taught me
I look eighty yards distant and wait to see
Another orange hat walk out from a tree
Stopping, turning, looking over toward me.

By From Windsor Park on Monday, November 13, 2000 - 10:37 pm:

Enter Falstaff disguised, with a buck's head on

Falstaff. For me, I am here a Windsor stag; and the fattest, I think, i' the forest. Send me a cool rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to •••• my tallow? Who comes here? My doe?

Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page

Mrs. Ford. Sir John? Art thou there, my deer?
Falstaff. My doe with the black scut? Let the sky rain potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves; hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes; let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here.(Embracing her)
Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, sweetheart.
Falstaff. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch: I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your husbands. Am I a woodman? Ha! Speak I like Herne the Hunter? Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience; he makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome! (A noise sounds nearby)
Mrs. Page. Alas? What noise?
Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins!
Falstaff. What should this be?

(Enter Mr. Ford. Or is it Mr. Page?)

All you walkers, hikers, etc. be aware! Firearm deer season starts on Wednesday, stay out of the bush! Or if you go out, wear HUNTER ORANGE, and if you run your dogs in the bush, outfit them with bandanas or other visible markings. Some 'hunters' don't identify game well before firing. And none appreciate game being run off a stand by untimely intrusion! Have respect and use a bit of common sense, for the sake of safety.

Blue jays act like 'greedy guts', taking seeds, shelling and eating them, then filling their crops and heading for home. I've been told they then store the excess food in bark crevices, etc. The chickadees scrounge from there, so the joy is spread around. I do know during a heavy storm you don't see blue jays at feeders. They have sense enough to know when to stay at home. We had 8 generations of corn-fed jays at LLB, and they were BIG and HEALTHY!

The Pasty People received a new corporate sponsorship, according to Still Waters in Calumet, and last night moved their domain server to a huge 24/7 network center closer to the heart of the Internet. Whenever any change takes place in a server's location, it takes time to filter through the entire web. Looks like it is back to normal now.... the old pasty counter appears to be spinning again.

Is there a problem with this bulletin board today?

Well I didn't see that four-year-old buck again. But a small buck, his "buttons" not completely formed showed up and ate at the corn.
He was without his mother and I wondered where she was--with that larger buck? Or dead this summer on the side of the road? Of course, she may have been felled by the three wolves I saw last year on the 9th of this month, or by coyotes.

Yeah, the pressure is on this year. My brother has already bagged his buck. A button buck. He hit it with his Ford, Model Taurus.

Recently, a relative came to the area. We talked about the whitetail. He related an incident from last year, in the southern U.P. He had seen groups of dead and dying dear--can't remember if it was Dickonson, Delta, or Menominee County. I told him of a time Ma and Dad took my sisters and myself to Menominee for Easter and how we had seen groups of three, four or more dead deer in piles on the side of the road. We didn't know where they came from. Had they starved? Had they all been hit by cars?

I've heard it said that C&H workers qualified for food stamps--I guess because of the high wages they were paid. Also heard that their freezers usually had a supply of venison and fish.

Hoo! Yah! for the Boo! Yah!

Hoo-yah!
There's a thin layer of snow on the ground! That time in the tree stand this morning should be fun.

Two weeks ago, in the early morning fog, I saw that four-year-old buck I've been hunting for ten years or more. He graced me with his presence about 45 yards away, and stayed there, a long time, while my arrow began tapping a type of Morse Code message to who knows who against the rest. Maybe he forgot that.

Oh yeah, if you see a 50 pound blue-jay--you can credit me for that. These guys are either voracious eaters, or they're brining corn to the deer down in the cedar swamp.

Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home

"It's elementary, my dear #9, #9, #9...."
--(or so says #6)--
Yeah well, isn't that easy as flaming halloween cowpie to moo when you're just a bloody "prisoner" in the Hotel Portmeiron?
Me? All I've got is this Eagle Harbor lighthouse lamproom, some 9 Lives wildcat food and a rusty old can of Sterno!
What kind of revelation/revolution can be conspiratorially spawned from here, where my 20/20 Reindeer Hindsight, decorated by crinkly Christmas tinsel, is assumed to be but a nostalgic form of holiday time-travel?
I take melancholy comfort in that ancient Albion Honky Spiritual(as voiced by the Fab 4 way back somewhere when):

"Boy...you're gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time"

Doctors' H&H have suspended all experiments until at least November 17th when every Keweenaw County ballot will have been counted, recounted and then counted again.
Excluded Middles are Bad MudPuppy Sh_t indeed!
Holy Mojo, I've not awaited an auction result like this since the Crying of Lot 49!
So until then, I guess...golden slumbers to you and yours, EH residents!
And watch out for those ominously oversized bouncing white beach balls!
May we be in each others' American Dream tonight!

It's A Beauty Way To Be,
Boston Jack Barleycorn

ps: In the meantime, just to give my Keepers That Be a hard time, I've recruited a young YSI rapper(who's check-forged the clever handle "Ursa Miner"), and accepted a Finlandia U artist-in-residence grant for amplified electric cello lessons in the dead of foggy night--just imagine Down By The River amateurishly circumnavigated, over and over and over, through one of Dodge Street's long-blown Marshall amps!(Yah, t'anks dere for da hardware, hoseheads. Like, maybe I could write liner-notes for your next CD, eh? And god Bless Milford for bending a blue note upon the Music of the Spheres!).

ps 2: To all you Delbert Masser wannabee e-commerce scavenger capitalists carelessly unloading local history relics on E-bay for a bittersweet profit, cool your mouse-heels and save some for the rest of us. Unless you're accommodating concerned family members, please keep it here, please keep keep keep it here...its value is on the upswing!

ps 3: Ahhh Copper Country pasties, they're like manna from heaven!