MNR

Good morning all:

Weekly Wisdom from deep within the north woods:

“Sumer and those horrible ole pine beetles are around. Kill one and dozens come to pay their respects.”—From our north woods everyman we’ll call Claire

Now that we’re doubled tripled up at the cabin – Pastoors, Brioneses, and Ongoleas, it means that I have to get up earlier and earlier to – peacefully – enjoy my morning mug of coffee. So far I am managing; after which I am good to go.
Actually, I am thoroughly enjoying having Derek, Kellen, Vaioleti, and Viliami around—parents too. That is not to say that by the end of the day I am one “whipped pup”, but I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

It’s amazing how major an event the evening campfire is to the little ones (except for baby Vili who hasn’t a clue). Somewhere way down in our DNA is a gene positioning most everyone to, in a deep seated way, be an arsonist.

The adults are also very interest, but primarily from a smore-sneaking perspective.

If kids love campfires then adults love playing with adult toys. This was Tevita’s first effort with a hunting cross-bow. At 40 yards his shot was in the bull’s-eye.

Last night the dinner’s main course was three kinds of fresh fish from our lake. It was a huge hit. Even the pickiest of our eaters convinced themselves that “it tastes like chicken” and dug in heartily. I ask you, how good does it get?

Marcia did not appreciate me dropping the fish-breading basket and covering the deck table with a fine coating and some piles of flour—but, hey, accidents do happen.

MNR – With the weather being absolutely wonderful it means that everyone is out and about, from morning through a final evening campfire. It also means that the MNR (Ministry of Natural Resources) has taken note and made their presence felt.

Canada and in our case Ontario, has gone the way of what we see happening in the USA; more and more rules, and their, by the letter, enforcement. In fact the only difference between these, now, two ‘nanny’ states is that Canadian officers also eat poutine.

Not long ago a conservation officer was your friend, one who gave guidance, tips, and suggestions. These people have become heavy handed enforcers—“jack boots”. Not too many years ago people would make a point to approach a conservation officer and share a friendly word, now people scatter and hide.

Earlier this week they were on our smallish inland lake. One person got hit up for not having enough line on their anchor (as if they were cruising Lake Huron). Another person for not having a manual bilge pump, should the built in pump fail in their 17’ fishing boat.

Wednesday evening, just prior to Vince and Kirstin’s arrival, Tevita left to enjoy a final few moments of peace and quiet. Around 8:30 in the evening he was 20 or so feet from shore and about a 150’ down from our cabin in the cove, casting towards shore from our unsinkable 10’ Kayak. That is when the MNR in a speedboat swooped in. Minutes later Tevita was back again, now holding a ticket with a fine of $365.00.

He was caught not having a floatation device other than the unsinkable Kayak—in water where, should it have capsized he would have been able to stand up and right it.

I guess that the worst loss we all experience is the ability to, as adults, guide our behavior and be responsible for our selves; the state will ensure. Hmmm, where else do we witness the attempt for a ‘perfect’ state?

Animal Planet – One morning I looked out at about 6:30 when a Red Fox (seemingly now our friend) strolled through the yard.

“Phoebe” our overthedoor nesting Eastern Phoebe is back. Round two?

Marcia and eight more of our visiting gang went Strawberry picking. Then she spent more time organizing, capping, and freezing some, then she ever did picking the little fruits. One of the group, Derek, dislikes Strawberries—he was one of the best pickers. Vaioleti did not submit a single Strawberry to the communal pile—but just ate her little stomach full.

On the way back to the cabin they had to slow down for a Black Bear which crossed the road in front of them (thereby answering the age old question: “how does a bear cross the road?”). The bear overrode any Strawberry discussion when they returned.

No kid’s summer vacation is complete without having caught a frog. Vaioleti’s summer is now complete.

Last evening I felt it my duty to let our roaming Raccoon know that this cabin does not carry a “Raccoons Welcome” sign. We were talking and watching a movie when he came around. Those who are a bit skittish might want to move directly on to the “Closing” section. For the rest, I cornered him on our Pontoon where he received a few, well placed, whacks from the pole side of a garden hoe I managed to grab on my way outside. With his best Speedy Gonzales moves that Raccoon hightailed it into the woods and then kept on running.

Closing – I am now known as the “laughing Hyena” of the cabin. This is due to the fact that I found a copy of Diary of a Wimpy Kid laying about and have been in stitches ever since.

Maybe this evening we’ll have another dessert cruise – may we? Huh, may we?

Make it a great week everyone

Cheers,
Dirk

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