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Book reviews plus miscellaneous

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Family Gender

It seems with the permanent adoption of Lily the GSD, Mrs. T. has found satisfaction in the following fact (to quote her). “For the first time since we been married the females outnumber the males in this household.”  She seems to take great consolation in this fact.

The previous lineup

1.      One husband, one wife, 2 male sons, one male Golden Retriever/Lab cross “Max.”
Max & eldest son Ted

2.      Same lineup except female Chesapeake “Chessie,” and later female Chesapeake “Muffy.”
Ray& lapdog "Chessie."

3.      Then one husband, one wife, and one very large male German Shepherd “Baron.”
Youngest Son Tony with Baron


4.      One husband, one wife and one female German Shepherd “Lily.”  At last perfection is reached.

This reverie has brought me to consider some gender differences to be aware of now that I’m outnumbered!


If Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara go out for lunch, they will call each other Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara. If Mark, Chris, Eric and Tom go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Scrappy. This gender difference relates to the naming of Lily who arrived abandoned and alone arrived at our friends farm home on an Easter Sunday, where she given her present name.

3. MONEY A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs. A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need if it's on sale. Of course, there is no expense in owning a large dog.  Yah right!

4. BATHROOMS A man has five items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel. The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 137. A man would not be able to identify most of them. We’ve gotten more toys and doggy paraphernalia than ever now that Lily is Mrs. T. dog.  Lily follows her everywhere.

5. ARGUMENTS A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument. Now there are two females barking at me…..:)

7. FUTURE A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.  Both worry above their new country dog learning the suburban ropes.


A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man. I can’t think of the Sonny and Cher song that covered this subject.

9. MARRIAGE A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change and she does.  Hey every time the lady from the Mayo Clinic calls up to report my INR score is between 2 and 3 she says I’m “perfect.”

10. DRESSING UP A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail. A man will dress up for weddings and funerals. Yup!


A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, jack asses, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"

"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."
Ok. Ok. Ok.  Yes parts of this post did not receive Mrs. T's stamp of approval....:)


Friday, April 11, 2014

Pride and Prejudice

It had been a while since I’d digressed from my usual reading tastes.  I did read, in my youth,  a lot of modern American fiction but only occasionally in recent decades.  As the writing of history and biography improved and that of fiction declined my reading interests went along with that change.  It was the phrase a “novel of manners” that recently caught my eye.  Of course, as a child, my mother had often reminded me to “mind my manners” perhaps that was a clue?

I had seen the phrase in reference to the writing of the famous early nineteen century novelist Jane Austin. I also knew that her work had undergone a great swell of interest in recent years with several popular movies and television shows.  Perhaps now was the time to become acquainted.  I checked my Nook and sure enough there was a free download of Austin’s novel Pride and Prejudice.  I took the plunge and downloaded it……

The book was filled with fascinating dialogue to my contemporary American eye.  The language of the English gentry was stultifying, cloy inly, excessively, convolutedly polite. At first I found it quite off putting. Do I really want to read this?  I plunged ahead. I did a little guilty laughing before it dawned on me that I was reading some seriously funny satire. That encouraged me to go on. I was learning about class consciousness in a time and place far beyond my own experience. The only thing I could compare it too was my enjoyment in reading Mark Twins A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court. 

From that point on I was enjoying my read more and more.    Would the headstrong independent middle class minister’s daughter Lizzy find true love between the rich upper class snob, but truly good man she hated and the glib goldigging loser she was attracted to?  All this was in the face of family and friends who were mostly no help at all.   This was in all compounded by a culture which strongly frowned on marriage between the low and the high born.

This novel is considered one of the greats of English literature. Published in 1813, it's more than just about marriage and manners, it also raises the problem all great novels consider, the search for self. That search, we learn, can take place in the most confined of settings.

Austin forte surely must be exquisite characterization. The novel was full of them. There was too much pride and prejudice   but I found it all most entertaining. Even more remarkable was the fact that Austin accomplished this entertainment in a story without heroes or villains. They were just interesting people with the usual blemishes of the human race.  The plot was somewhat mundane but more  attention grabbing power thn your usual  daytime soap opera.  There was no big surprise at the end. Still, good job, Jane. Your “novel of manners” was indeed a classic and I liked it. My mom who always stressed minding those manners  would be pleased ……

 Good grief. No wonder she turned him down.  But then they both had a lot to learn.......:)


Monday, April 7, 2014

Spontaneous Fishing In Canada

It was just a few summers ago on the “inland passage" in B.C. that our gracious B&B hostess, Patty, suggested a short jaunt into the interior of the Vancouver Island to see a falls, visit a salmon hatchery and perhaps find a nice picnic site in the forest. We followed her advice tracing the course of the Campbell River upstream.

We visited the hatchery and then found a nice picnic area, which was near a small tributary of the Campbell.

After lunch, Mrs. T found a nice swing  and decided it was time for a rest.


Already having noticed some fish in the tributary, I headed downstream to check it out. I hadn't brought any of my flyfishing gear with me, as this trip was to be mainly visiting family and sightseeing. A few hundred yards downstream, I ran across two guys intently spinner fishing. With no elitist attitudes about their method, (I've used spinning gear and bait fished on many occasions), I said hello.

 It turned out they were salmon fishing and one soon had what appeared to be a lunker on his line. It was then that my fisherman's instinct for hyperbole took over. "Looks like it might possibly be a small keeper," I offered. The fisherman's partner said "It's only about **kilograms," as the fish was landed. It looked about 5 lbs. "Nice but we get em a lot bigger than that back in Minnesota." I retorted. Except for Lake Superior, salmon fishing is unknown in my home state and certainly not where I fish in the spring creeks of Bluff Country. I was then informed that these part time lumberjacks and commercial fisherman were catching ***kilogram fish here only a week ago. I figured that many kilograms had to be at least 50 lbs. "Sounds like decent ones to me," I nodded agreeably.  "Would you like to give it a try and see if you can do better " said one of these fine gentlemen challenging  me by handing over his spinning rod.
What could I do? I was forced into  fishing (just to be polite). Beside with experienced local guides like these, how could I go wrong?

Yes, I caught a  nice salmon. And yes, with all the shouting and hubbub, Mrs. T, camera in hand, quickly arrived on the scene.

Then they offered  Mrs. T a chance  to give it a try.
Wouldn't you just know it? Then she caught the biggest one of all!  British Columbia, Canada. There we met some fun, interesting and above all, friendly people

Friday, April 4, 2014


Surely by  April 4th some signs of spring should be evident in our front yard.  The Troutbirders and their newly adopted GSD Lily intended to take an early morning  walk around the block.  I opened the garage door and we took a look outside....
Oops!  Spring?  Apparently not..... 
Lily takes a quick romp around the front yard to check out the situation.
Mrs. T. arrives on the scene and quickly takes charge.
We all head out on to the circle drive through our neighborhood but it's not good. There's a sheet of ice underneath four inches of snow on the black top. Too dangerous.
Plan B. We load Lily into the back of my pickup and take the short trip into town to Willow Creek park. 
 Spring in Bluff Country. No wildflowers up yet but we did see a Lily. You gotta love it!


Thursday, April 3, 2014

Max The Wonder Dog

We were just married that summer, almost fifty years ago now, and had moved into this luxurious rental out in the country. Actually our new home was composed of several tiny motel cabins pieced together by the landlord. 
With us we bought the first dog either one of us had ever owned.  His name was Max and we called him The Wonder Dog because we always wondered what kind of trouble he’d be getting into next.  Needless to say neither one of us knew anything about raising and training a puppy…. And it showed.  Still this puppy, what they now call a “designer dog” and then known as a mutt, half Golden Retriever and half German Shorthaired Pointer, won over our hearts. Think Marley of book and movie fame…..And, of course, we had spoiled him rotten.

Max turned out to be the first in a line of excellent pheasant and grouse hunting dogs I owned.  Find, point, track, and retrieve, he could do it all and was the very best......:)

Monday, March 31, 2014

Sebastian/Vero Beach

The final week of our Florida "snowbird" vacation was spent in the Sebastian/Vero Beach area on the Atlantic Coast.  Mrs. T’s cousin and his wife Mary winter in that area and naturally we visited them and did some“outings” together.
One was The Stick Marsh near Fellsmere Florida. It  is  considered to be one of the best kept fishing secrets in Central Florida with its premiere bass fishing. We drove throughout the refuge as well as did some hiking to check out the birds.

On another day Barb and I took an airboat ride through the nearby Blue Cypress Conservation Marshland with Captain Bob.  These unspoiled waters are also perfect way to observe exotic birds, plants, turtles and Florida alligators in their own natural environment. Our tour was  fully narrated by Capt. Bob through a TALK-AROUND HEADSET system which allows two way communication. Capt. Bob, in a highly knowledgeable and entertaining way,   tells you about the birds, plants, alligators, fish and the local history of the area as you glide across the marshlands. The man bubbles with excitement and passion for the wetlands. It was great…..
We saw dozens of alligators of all sizes.
We saw a few Bald Eagles in Florida but many many Ospreys. This is quite of the opposite of southeastern Minnesota where osprey are rare and Bald Eagles have become common along the Mississippi.
While lots of the usual large wading birds were seen, a "lifer" for me was the strangely colorful purple gallinule.
A large relative of the Cormorants, know locally as the "water snake" bird was seen frequently. The Anhinga does look like a snake when swimming though the water submerged with its head and neck visible. All in all we had a great time on both the Gulf and Atlantic Coasts..... 

Friday, March 28, 2014

Trumpeter Swans

The largest of North American waterfowl, the Trumpeter Swan is resident throughout much of its range, but migratory in other parts. It was reduced to near extinction by the early 20th century. The Trumpeter Swan was hunted for its feathers throughout the 1600s - 1800s, causing a tremendous decline in its numbers. Its largest flight feathers made what were considered to be the best quality quill pens.

It was more than 90 years since Trumpeter Swans lived and bred in Minnesota when in 1966, the Hennepin County Park Reserve District brought the first trumpeter swans back to Minnesota from Red Rock Lakes, Montana. However, initial breeding efforts were not very successful. Continued efforts  by local, State and federal agencies working finally brought initial success in 1982. From 1982-1985, the Minnesota DNR's Nongame Wildlife Program acquired trumpeter swan eggs from wildlife refuges in Montana and South Dakota, zoos, and private propagators. From 1986-1988, eggs were collected from wild trumpeter swan populations in Alaska. The eggs were incubated and the hatchlings reared at the Carlos Avery Wildlife Management Area in Anoka County. In 1987, the Nongame Wildlife Program released 21 two-year-old trumpeter swans near the Tamarac National Wildlife Refuge in Becker County. Since then, more than 350 swans have been released in the state and Minnesota's trumpeter swan population now exceeds 2,400 birds.  And in one of the coldest winters on record, several weeks ago two migrating trumpeter swans were seen less than a mile from our home in Fillmore County (southeastern Minnesota)  The exact spot was a small park and pond with a spring which kept a little water open.  Photography by Mr.Science (Gary) and Lance S.