Weather: Warm temps for the weekend.
Trail conditions: Fair to Good.
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First off a warning from the Ewen area, Snowmobiles are blowing past stop signs on trail 8. This is very dangerous as people use these driveways. State Police could be issuing tickets.
I have a request from fishermen on the Lake. Please keep your distance from shacks and people. You must be at least 100 feet away from an ice shack or a person.
Someone stole a side panel off a Polaris in the parking lot last night. Dude I really pity you if you get caught. People up here don’t take kindly to thieves. If anyone has any info on the person that took it please get a hold of me at the bar.
A Lady lost her small white bag on either trail 8 or 13 from the Bergland Bay Bar to the Root Cellar to Fishtails yesterday, It has a registration and eyeglasses in it. I have her email address, if found could you bring it into the bar?
Snowfall this past week has probably been close to 2 feet. There is no shortage of snow in the UP right now. It is cold this morning but temps are supposed to warm up Saturday and Sunday. Sorry folks but warm temps, lots of snow and heavy traffic are a bad combination. I think the trails are going to get beat up bad. I have been wrong before and hopefully I am wrong with my prediction this time.
Rumors of the snowmobiler going into the water yesterday afternoon escalated. The guy is fine, he actually did not make it to the water, he was stuck in the slush and needed help getting out from what I was told.
Me and the Crystal Lake Crew
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THE HORTH WHITHPERER
If you don’t laugh out loud at this, you’re just not trying!!
A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, and says he’s sending
a friend over to look at a horse.
His buddy asks, ‘How will I recognize him?’
‘That’s easy; he’s a dwarf with a speech impediment.’
So, the dwarf shows up, and the guy asks him if he’s looking
for a male or female horse.
‘A female horth.’
So he shows him a prized filly.
‘Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth?’
So the guy picks up the dwarf and he gives the horse’s eyes the
once over.
‘Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzth?’
So he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the
horse’s ears.
‘Nith earzth, can I thee her mouf?’
The rancher is getting pretty ticked off by this point, but he
picks him up again and shows him the horse’s mouth.
‘Nice mouf, can I see her twat?’
Totally mad at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms
and rams the dwarf’s head up the horse’s fanny, pulls him out
and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.
‘Perhapth I should rephrase that. Can I thee her wun awound a
widdlebit?’
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