A Bridge Too Far

My 50-something tune-up that I'm working through (until I have to start paying for health care out of pocket) hit a snag this past week. 

My lower front teeth were being supported for about a decade or so by the surrounding teeth, no bone support whatsoever beneath. A bridge to support/replace the teeth was eventually going to happen and no better time than the present. 

My permanent bridge would not be ready for a month so a temporary one was put in place after the dentist popped out the culprits. Be careful I was warned on eating hard objects, bagels, anything that could pop the temporary out. I've had temporary crowns in the past so knew the process.

Off I went out of the dentist office, got home, had a beverage, rolled my tongue around the bridge and out it popped! 

Back to the dentist I went, some stronger cement they said should work and off I went home again. An hour later, still no food in my system yet, rolled the tongue around the bridge and out it came again (I had to get a picture at this point).

Third time's a charm they say as they put on some super glue that will eventually need to be drilled off when the permanent comes in. Yippee.

Trail Head

temp bridge back

Skegemog 2026 - I listen to the wind

"The sea was angry that day, my friends - like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli."

George Costanza

The sea (lake) was angry this weekend for the annual Lake Skegemog fish as the winds were making for some challenging results. My computer chair still has the west wind swaying as I type this. Buddy D. took the big fish for the weekend on a 4+ pound pike, just exceeding the 4 pound walleye (walleye are very rare at Skegemog) that Doke brought in the earlier session. I doubled my quota of one with a gold star to boat captain Slick who worked the winds with his trolling motor around the stumps; couldn't imagine if that trolling motor failed. A few groups brought in their five but culling was extremely rare this weekend. 

Outside of fishing, the meals continued to exceed expectations with the fancy griddles out there these days. The Duff/Weaver acoustic guitar duo entertained the masses post meal last night as we all tried to remember the words to various songs.

Great music and meals aside, I think we are close to creating a red/green light above one of the members of the posse of claims coming out of his mouth in recent years. Red light means bullshit, green is clear on said claim. Many were calling out bullshit to him this weekend.

Lastly, I did lose some valuable time in my life during about a 30 minute or so conversation/debate late one evening as my fellow fisherman were talking on the topic of what opening word they use for Wordle. Yep, we're old, but still enjoying the ride.

Trail Head

Tim V's 4 pound bass that was 2 pound

Munson for the photo bomb

Mother Cup Practice on Lake Favorite

Next weekend is the annual Mother Cup fishing battle so I had to get some practice in on Lake Favorite this morning. The lake is not actually called "Lake Favorite" but don't want word spreading too much of it's actual name as it has become my favorite. I wrote about the lake on here when I first moved to town and only gave it moderate reviews in terms of fish production, however, since then I've never left without hitting at least five keepers, a couple close to 18 inches today.

Hopefully similar production next weekend as I'm due for the weekend trophy.

Trail Head