The family of loggers is from about 30 miles from where I grew up. My grandpa had a farm and was a logger in Effie. He started my dad out strip cutting at a young age.
I grew up in Big Falls and had lots of family in the Effie/Big Fork area. My grandpas farm was a few miles east of Effie on Hwy 1. I have hunted and drove those roads most of my life. Nice to hear you will be relocating up that way.
I just saw that the hospital in Big Fork has the #1 patient satisfaction in MN and has been rated as a great rural hospital. It is a very nice area over there.
I think there are a couple of other campfire members from around Big Fork or Grand Rapids. My dad still lives in Big Falls.
Mack - If you're up there during hunting season, give me a heads up. Grab a beer or whatnot.
I absolutely fell in love with the area. My GF's parents have lived there about 15 years, and from their perspective, the perfect place up north to settle down. The hospital there was a big factor too.
I scored 40 acres on the Bigfork, less than a couple miles from the town. Closest neighbors are >.75 miles away, and nothing in sight from my vantage point on the river.
Kicker is, I can float downstream to the GF's Parent's place.
Just spoke with your Dad a coupla' days ago. We had a long, leisurely and rambling bit of yarn spinning. You really need to get him into gear and record some of HIS stories.....
No schmooze here, some of that is "The Stuff of Legend".
I'll really look forward to speaking with him again.
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Member, Clan of the Border Rats -- “Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it.”- Mark Twain
Hell, I want to come up for a Fall hunt with you 2 characters, some when.
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Member, Clan of the Border Rats -- “Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it.”- Mark Twain
Greg I am sure you would be welcome. Lots of hunting ground up there and my mom can cook!
My dad said he told you about uncle Homer. He was a tough old bird. Trapped beaver until he was in his 80's. His son Clark was no joke either.
My favorite story about Clark was how he got fired from Page & Hill the saw mill in town. Seems like Clark was taking a break on a log when the owner came by and said. "WTF you think your doing boy? It isn't break time!" Clark's response was "Boy? Boy? A slop bucket full of balls and a foot of Cck and your calling me boy?" Needless to say that was his last day on the job at Page & Hill!
He was something else. Looked about like a grizzly bear and about as strong. Heard lots of stories about him growing up.
Be careful when you get the old man talking or you might lose half a day! LOL
Homer stories, in and of themselves, would probably comprise one pretty good sized BOOK.
Your Old man and I can kill an hour talking about charge pump replacement on a Clark skidder, or the merits of true scribe joint / saddle notch log construction.
Hard not to respect that kinda' (hard earned) savvy in a man.
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Member, Clan of the Border Rats -- “Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it.”- Mark Twain
Uncle Homer was quite a card,when I was just a lad I used to go over and play with my cousins Clark and Troy. Homer always called me "Jimmie Quackenbush" maybe because I talked a lot.When you went into his house the kitchen cabinets were on the left,there was always a half pint mason jar there with some thing in that looked like a human ear. One day I asked Uncle Homer about it and he said he got into a fight about some timber sale and bit the guys ear off.I thought about it for awhile and asked him why he kept it on the cabinet and did not throw it away. He looked at me and said he was my best friend. That ear was there as long as I can remember!!
ck and your calling me boy?"