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er..ah...hi there mrsnorthern_dave, I didn't know you still read this thread.

That was all just made up stuff...ya cause it's the internet and all.

Pick somewhere warm for your trip, this weather is really starting to wear me out.

Yeah, I know. But the problem is it takes all day to get the boat in the water by the time you chop a hole in the ice.

Chopping? c'mon that is what leftover powder from ml seasaon is for innit.

I got the same response from da wife.

Actually I live right in between about the only two schools nearby that are large enough to support a hockey program. Moorhead (which has a good hockey history)and DL. The next closest would be the Fargo schools. The school I attended is about like the majority in this area. Football, basketball, volleyball and wrestling are about the only sports. Some don't even have a wrestling program. So I'm not saying we don't have hockey at all in this neck of the..woo.....er farmland. Its just that the vast majority of the schools don't even have a program. So therefore not much interest in it.

Makes trolling tough.

Ahh, I see. I am from Alex and we had an okay hockey program. Nothing too successful, but fun to watch.

Yep, the Spuds have a good program.

Man, ND leaves and the rest of us all get in trouble with Mrs ND. He is NOT gonna be happy with us watching over the place. Someone send him a handwarmer and a bottle of schnapps or something and mebbe he wont remember it in the mornin'.

dave, that lucky duck going to the blackhawks game, If you didnt know theres a local roso boy on the blackhawks they call him "buff" good kid too. only -28 here this morning on the truck, no pictures since daves not here. it almost feels like a heat wave coming in. Having fun Dave?

Who is in trouble with Pam?? I Finally coaxed her out of the woodwork again...lol.. Sorry MrsNrthnDave, I had to do it... I swear I never meant to be the trouble maker..

Now my buddy Dave on the other hand well ummmmm, buddy Dave has er taken another errrr ummmm trip, me bets it may just be time for Pam to take a trip and tell a story or two as well... Lookout kids DaddyDave will be incharge..

Mayo, jelly,and cheese sammiches all around.

ChickenBuck and Goggle eye soup with a side of elk on the grill, Cold Mountain Dew and Hot COCO mixed drinks..

kinda sound good.

Hey ND, when you gonna move that house to a prime snot rocket catchin hole?

When does the good fishing start for those suckers? I always thought it was late ice, but you guys talk like the time is now.

Alex huh??

Since its slow and all were doing is talking about the cold and getting Dave in trouble with Ma Dave, let me tell ya a little story about my first and only time downhill skiing. I used to date this girl that hailed from Montana. She liked to ski and talked me into going to Alex to the ski resort. Sounds simple enough right? Well we get there and rent our gear and go outside and latch our ski's on. (This is where the adventure begins) I'm standing there after struggling to get my ski's latched. Who would have known a 2 degree slope could put a grown man on his azz that fast?? I have to take my ski's back off in order to get up. An instructor type person see's me struggling and says come on over to the bunny hill and get used to it before you go up there (pointing toward what looked like to me...Mt. Everest) So I make my way over to the bunny hill where its me, the instructor and about 20 little kids. There is a mechanical pulley system with a rope that ideally your supposed to grab ahold of and let it drag you to the top. Well I get in line and all these kids are lining up behind me. I grab the rope and start going and my ski's cross, one on top of the other and the rope keeps pulling me over and down I go. Now I got about 5 little kids piled up on top of me with ski's and poles sticking out everywhere. I finally make it to the top and fell about four times on the way down...the BUNNY hill. Now I'm frustrated because at that time I was in good shape, played alot of sports etc. I was done with this skiing crap. The girl I was with said my problem was "the bunny hill was too slow. It's much easier to manuever on ski's when your going faster" So I let her talk me into going on the lift and up the "mountain". Were standing there waiting for an empty chair to come around and I'm so busy trying to stay upright and thinking about getting on the moving chair that when it came I panicked and dropped my poles and launched myself on to it. The people behind us kindly brought my poles to the top. Now were riding up and I'm thinking "Ok...how in the he!! am I going to get off this thing??" We get to the "hop off point" and I jump, promptly landing flat on my back and the other people had to jump off their chairs from the side while I layed there flopping like a walrus trying to get out of the way. Now I've really HAD it and I'm determined to get back down and go home. We head over to this run and the girl tells me "just remember to 'snowplow' so you don't go so fast and you'll do fine" Well it was too late I'm already going what felt like Mach 4 down this hill and she's yelling SNOW PLOW! SNOW PLOW! I have no idea what this means so I'm streaking down this hill (picture Chevy Chase on the saucer sled from the movie Christmas Vacation) and come to a corner that you have to make if you don't want to become one with a tree. I lean left and there is a little side hill that juts out towards the main course and now I'm airborn. I come down all tucked like a pro racer and now I'm really flyin towards all the hustle and bustle down below. When I hit the level ground this kid (about 5 yrs old) comes sking across in front of me and I yell "get out of the way!" He looks up and is frozen with fear as I'm coming at him about 50 mph. Instinctivley, I reach out and grab him by his jacket and pick him up and now were both careening out of control. He is screaming bloody murder and I'm just trying to stay upright so I don't kill us both. I finally come to a stop and let the kid down who at this point is so scared that he is doing the thing when they cry so hard that their quiet for about 20 seconds and then just let out a big long beller. I'm shaking and his mom ski's over and grabs the kid by the hand and gave me the coldest, meanest glare I have ever seen. The girl comes down and ski's up to me and asks if I'm alright and says "ok we can go home now" I paused for a second and said "are you kidding me?! That was a RUSH!"

I had a ball the rest of the day on those little slopes in Alexandria.

True Story!

You can get them all winter but late ice is typically the best. That is when they come up into the flats to feed before heading up the river. Late february through march. Ya comin with us this year Tom??

Hey guys, what's going on here?

Chicago was neat. Nice & warm this time of year. On Thursday they said they were having there coldest day in 13 years.
We left our coats back at the room that day, it was a very nice break from the cold back home

here are a couple of pictures.

view from our room.


Chicago Blackhawks locker room with NHL player Dustin B, number 33 great guy.



And then here's me using a public rest room at the convention center. I thought it was strange but, oh well. Nobody seemed to be very shy in Chicago so, let-r-fly I guess.

FN'A I'm comin with ya this year...

Give me a GOOD notice as to when to haul my fat azz up there. Two weeks notice would be great if ya know that far in advance, but a week anyway so I can get off work.

That is a F'n funny ski story. My son would have thought it was fun and asked if you'd take him again. That little dude is nutz sometimes.

WTF....Ya gotta have a Wild sweater on in that locker room.

Well at least ya pizzed in the street.

That is way to much glass and concrete for me.

Got any good groupie stories? mrsnorther_dave can't wait to hear them.