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Thank goodness that little baby was found!
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😊👍💗
Thanks guys. We are extremely happy. After preparing the kids and pretty much accepting that she was a goner, we went to bed last night emotionally exhausted and were almost asleep when another friend of ours from camp called the house after trying both our cell phones which were off. She said her son and daughter in law were out and saw her but she wouldn't come. At first light, I drove out with an arsenal of her favorite squeaky toys. I pulled in at around 7:15am and as soon as I pulled up she came running out from underneath the camper scared and starting to run. I quickly shut off the truck and got out calling her very softly as that generally works and she stop and cowered in place then slowly crawled her way towards me as I called to her.
We I spent a bit of time comforting her before driving back. We did a full check and found 2 ticks on her and a small scratch by her mouth.
We I spent a bit of time comforting her before driving back. We did a full check and found 2 ticks on her and a small scratch by her mouth.
I suspect the pup will not be dashing off again - and will be on your lap for years and years and years to come . . .
dogs are way too smart to do a dumb thing twice . . .
we've had several rescue pets - once they learn to trust you, there's no going too far away.
dogs are way too smart to do a dumb thing twice . . .
we've had several rescue pets - once they learn to trust you, there's no going too far away.
Lol. We keep saying that she learned her lesson and won't do it again until the next time.
Seriously though, she has always been spooked and clingy. Now, even more so.
Seriously though, she has always been spooked and clingy. Now, even more so.
Been my experience that if you get one that runs off, generally they will always do that. My dog is 7 and never goes un supervised for that reason and a couple others like mauling anything he comes across.
On a side note while we're still sidetracked about honey. I did a little research and think I know why she runs like the wind. She's not a purebred obviously but....
Back to camp life. 🏕
We are in final preparations to head out 3.5hrs northeast of here to Burroughs lake for the long weekend opening of walleye season. I have been going every year since I was born pretty much. Same pit. Same lake. Our 'merican friend from Michigan is coming up as well. He has been coming 60+years in a row. I first remember him from when I was about 7 yrs old playing baseball in the same pit where we're going tomorrow.
We are in final preparations to head out 3.5hrs northeast of here to Burroughs lake for the long weekend opening of walleye season. I have been going every year since I was born pretty much. Same pit. Same lake. Our 'merican friend from Michigan is coming up as well. He has been coming 60+years in a row. I first remember him from when I was about 7 yrs old playing baseball in the same pit where we're going tomorrow.
We came home yesterday after a great weekend of camping and fishing. The camper worked great despite a dead battery the first night. The fishing was excellent. 5 people fishing yesterday in 2 boats. Limited in 20 minutes.
The water levels are high this spring. Normally that culvert is exposed about 3ft down. The week prior, the water was over the road.
Where we launch the boats off the side of the road. My boat is a deep 20ft with a 150hp and I can slip it right off the trailer. Who needs a dedicated boat launch.
Where we launch the boats off the side of the road. My boat is a deep 20ft with a 150hp and I can slip it right off the trailer. Who needs a dedicated boat launch.
We have been going to the same clay pit every may long weekend all of my life camping and fishing walleye at Burroughs lake in northwestern Ontario. My dad had been going there since he was a teenager. My grandfather brought him there. The pit we camped in was always full of Americans who came up every year as a group. Over the years, we became friends which grew into a life long friendship for one in particular.
I remember when I was about 6 or 7 years old, this feisty American jumped in and started playing baseball with my brother and I in that pit. It was always us and the Americans. Over the years less came until only one was left still coming. I remember that day playing baseball with Bobby. He worked in a factory in flint Michigan until he retired at age 51.
A little background on Bobby. He lives his life alone and simple. He loves the outdoors. It was this love that bonded us together. I remember as a child everyone around the fire pit chatting away after a great day of fishing and one by one they all went to bed until it was just Bobby and I. For years, it was Bobby, my dad, and I going mainly with whoever else in the family came. Dad passed away in 2021. Now, it's been just Bobby and I. Every year, I shed a tear 😢 as he pulls away knowing that he is slowing down considerably and one of these years not too long from now, I will get that call at the beginning of May as he always does and he'll be almost in tears as he says he can't make the 12 hour trip up.
I'm now 46. He's now 81. He first started coming in 1961. We've been friends a very long time. We traveled to southern Ontario a couple years ago and decided to go through Michigan just so we could stop to see him. He is a great friend and will truly be missed when he can no longer come. And I know that day is coming as my wife and I had to nearly lift him into the boat. But as long as he can make it up, I will be there.
For comparison, this is a picture of my dad, me, my stepson who is now in his early 20s, and Bobby.
I remember when I was about 6 or 7 years old, this feisty American jumped in and started playing baseball with my brother and I in that pit. It was always us and the Americans. Over the years less came until only one was left still coming. I remember that day playing baseball with Bobby. He worked in a factory in flint Michigan until he retired at age 51.
A little background on Bobby. He lives his life alone and simple. He loves the outdoors. It was this love that bonded us together. I remember as a child everyone around the fire pit chatting away after a great day of fishing and one by one they all went to bed until it was just Bobby and I. For years, it was Bobby, my dad, and I going mainly with whoever else in the family came. Dad passed away in 2021. Now, it's been just Bobby and I. Every year, I shed a tear 😢 as he pulls away knowing that he is slowing down considerably and one of these years not too long from now, I will get that call at the beginning of May as he always does and he'll be almost in tears as he says he can't make the 12 hour trip up.
I'm now 46. He's now 81. He first started coming in 1961. We've been friends a very long time. We traveled to southern Ontario a couple years ago and decided to go through Michigan just so we could stop to see him. He is a great friend and will truly be missed when he can no longer come. And I know that day is coming as my wife and I had to nearly lift him into the boat. But as long as he can make it up, I will be there.
For comparison, this is a picture of my dad, me, my stepson who is now in his early 20s, and Bobby.
The fishing was unreal. It's a morning and evening fishing lake where the prime times are 9am to around 11:30am and 7pm until dark. You can still catch them but it involves patience and work to just catch a limit. There wasn't much challenge. You're allowed 4 fish and only 1 over 18". We caught a few smaller ones at first but after 20 minutes we had limit and were fishing for size. I spent most of my time after 20 minutes sorting through the live well tossing back smaller ones as my wife and son kept reeling them in. We were back at camp cleaning fish at 12 noon. And it's a 10ish mile trip across the lake to get to the river.
This past weekend we were at our seasonal campsite and spent some time on the water with my wife and one of my daughters. The lake was just gorgeous like a sheet of glass.
