12-17-16

Snow is here and I have plenty of days open in the rentals. I have 2 other house for rent this year, Bert’s Nest is right on the north shore of the Lake and Skip’s Place is 1 block north of M-28 and M-64. Click here to see Openings

Be careful coming off the Lake at the Bergland Park. Boulders line the parking lot and will be covered with snow soon. The DNR is marking this area this week. 

Weather:Cold the next few days and then a bit of a warm up.

Conditions: OK to Good?

Trails around our area are OK. North of Bergland I hear conditions are a lot better. We will get there soon, temps remain below freezing and we continue to get more snow. I’ll go to the bar tonight and talk with some sledders. Looks like we got a few more inches over night and we are supposed to get more snow today. Everyday conditions are improving.

An avid hunter walks into a bar and bragged to everyone about his hunting skills. He was undoubtedly a good shot but then he said that they could blindfold him and he would recognize any animal’s skin from its feel, and if he could locate the bullet hole he would even tell them what caliber the bullet was that killed the animal. The hunter said that he was willing to prove it if they would put up the drinks, and so the bet was on.
 
They blindfolded him carefully and took him to his first animal skin. After feeling it for a few moments, he announced “Bear.” Then he felt the bullet hole and declared, “Shot with a .308 rifle.” He was right.
 
They brought him another skin, one that someone had in their car trunk. He took a bit longer this time and then said, “Elk, shot with a 7mm Mag rifle.” He was right again.
 
He proved his skills again and again, every time against a round of drinks. Finally he staggered home drunk out of his mind and went to sleep. The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that he had one hell of a black eye.
 
He said to his wife, “I know I was drunk last night, but I think I’d remember a brawl. Where did I get this black eye?”
 
His wife angrily replied, “I gave it to you. You got into bed and put your hand down my panties. Then you fiddled around a bit and loudly announced, ‘Skunk, killed with an axe.’
 
 

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