Betsie Bay

The blind squirrel found a fish this morning on a pink wacky worm in Betsie Bay.

see some old friends, good for the soul

The brain trust of the world gathered again this weekend to fix everything that needs to be fixed (at least in our pea-brain minds) and managed to catch a few fish while doing so in the annual Skegemog fish spectacular. 

The team competition of Class of '84 vs '85 has left the building as our old asses are too tired to fight. With that, unless side bets are around, there would be no team competition. The biggest fish of the weekend would attain the prestigious Master Angler award. Gus took the award Friday with a 5+ pound bass on an evening when conditions were great but nibbles were minimal. All it takes is one stupid fish latching onto that bubble gum wacky worm and he got it.

Besides fishing, the guitar pluckers in the group entertained throughout the weekend around the campfire with special guest Wendy S. making an appearance to pitch in on vocals. We also got to hear the gory details of "spank-gate" again (not for publishing here).

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Stinky Water Park

Today's northern journey takes us to downtown Frankfort and Mineral Springs Park. Curious George that I am in search of knowledge, I assumed there would be some plaque near the dual springs explaining the history of mineral springs and how the park came to be but nothing. Not much there except a spring down below that shoots out two water fountains of stinky mineral water, all day, every day.  The information superhighway also had limited information so I took it to my elderlies in town for their angle. The majority just kind of shrugged their shoulders and called it "Stinky Water Park," 

So there is your northern history lesson for today.

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