Tree Shaped Tombstones - Union Cemetery

When on the back roads doing my Strange Fishing Challenge I run across other unexpected things.  Here is a small cemetery I had never been past.

Lo and behold, a Tree Shaped Tombstone.  Spaeth is a fairly common name in these parts.

Somethings slightly curious about this one.  It is clearly a "single stage" tombstone, not one of the big ones made up of two or even three segments.  Those monuments are held together with a metal rod placed in central holes of the segments.  So why is there a hole in this one?  I'm going to have to examine the tops of these things more closely.

Good Versus Evil on a Tuesday Night

It certainly has been a long campaign.  It has had ups and downs.  And now it comes down to this...on Tuesday the first of three crucial meetings.  Most people say that the first one is the most important of all, because a disaster there would be hard to overcome later.  Emotions are running hot, as this is a high stakes situation and one of the participants is widely held to have shamelessly cheated a few years ago.  Nobody likes cheaters.

I am of course talking about the baseball playoffs where "my" team the Minnesota Twins is facing off in a best of three series with the sign stealin', cheatin' Houston Astros.

What?  You thought I was referring to something else happening on Tuesday night?

Well I suppose I'll have to watch the debate instead.  If I can figure out how to watch it later and enjoy the game live I'll do so.  But lacking new technology (TiVo) or functional old tech (VCR!) I'm not sure if that's possible.

It has been an odd year in so many ways.  Both in baseball and in politics.  But there is one big difference.  Soon the baseball season will be over and I'll miss it.  Soon the 2020 election season will be over and I won't.

* To be clear I don't actually see the world of politics as being neatly divided into good and evil. Nor do I see the world of baseball that way with the obvious exception of the clearly evil New York Yankees.

Paul Bunyan's Descendants - Another Geocache's Adventure

Geocaches have odd little lives of their own.  You send them out into the world.  They meet lots of new people.  Sometimes good things happen to them;  geocaching has a system of awarding "Favorite Points".  Sometimes other things happen, as in my previous post about a cache that had fallen into the hands of "Muggles".

An early cache I placed contained photos and text relating to the early logging history of the area.  Appropriately I had placed it inside a hollow tree.  Well, one day I got a message from somebody who had found the cache....in the sawed up ruin of the tree.  It seems the entire hillside was being clear cut by modern day Paul Bunyans.  The cache had been cut clean in half.

 You can see bits of the tree in the background.

It was a good cache, well camouflaged as you can see.  But the trees on this hillside were a mix of invasive buckthorn and ash trees afflicted by invasive Emerald Ash borers.  So it was clear cut and will be replanted with native species. 

I of course went down as soon as I got the word, and was able to retrieve the various parts of the cache.  Also to have a nice chat with the guy operating the impressive machine that did all the damage.  It turns out he was a geo cacher himself.  Also a very observant fellow.  "Yah, I was wondering what that was...."

A new location and a new container.  Contents repaired or replaced.  Hopefully the cache will live on through further adventures.

Billy Possum and Supreme Court Politics

Although everyone of course knows what a Teddy Bear is, knowledge of it's "origin story" is a bit less universal.  The Teddy involved was Teddy Roosevelt.  It seems that on a hunting trip in 1902 he declined to shoot a bear.  It's a nice story and one that fits with T.R.'s worthy commitment to the environment.  In actuality the story did end badly for the bear but legends can get messy if you insist on attention to such details.  

A stuffed animal was created to play off this story, and became a huge success.  The Teddy Bear.

Everyone loved stuffed animals.  Most people loved bears and Teddy Roosevelt.  The popularity of stuffed bears and the name connecting them to our 26th President have endured for generations.  And like all surprising and original successes, there were attempts to copy it.  Which brings us to Billy Possum. 

Roosevelt considered William Taft to be his logical successor.  Although they fell out later in life there seems to have been considerable mutual respect during the time when Taft was campaigning and ultimately winning the 1908 election.  

In January of 1909 Taft as President Elect supposedly attended a dinner in Atlanta Georgia.  On the menu was a local delicacy "possum and taters".  When the famously overweight Taft had indulged his appetite by consuming, unaided, an entire opossum stuffed with sweet potatoes the event organizers then presented him with a cute little stuffed opossum to commemorate the occasion.

A brief craze ensued in which cartoons, stuffed animals, campaign buttons etc were all marketed with the name "Billy Possum".  This was an obvious homage to the Teddy Bear so popular in the previous administration.

It was a marketing flop, one that was essentially over and done by Christmas.  Perhaps the legend of a bear being spared - although it was false - just resonated more than a fried up marsupial being consumed entire by an obese man.

Taft is considered an average president.  He suffered from being very much in the shadow of his mentor turned adversary the flamboyant Teddy Roosevelt.  It is also said that he was never all that keen on being President.  No, he really wanted to be Supreme Court Chief Justice.

Eventually in 1921 he got his wish, becoming the only man ever to occupy both the highest executive and highest judicial posts in America. 

In a story that resonates with the news of the day, Taft stayed on the court even in the face of declining health.  When he administered the oath of office to incoming President Hoover in 1929 he botched some of the words.  He continued to decline over the course of the year but refused to resign, out of concern over who the Democrat Hoover might nominate in his stead.  In a letter to his brother Horace, Taft wrote:

"I am older and slower and less acute and more confused. However, as long as things continue as they are, and I am able to answer to my place, I must stay on the court in order to prevent the Bolsheviki from getting control"

Eventually he was able to secure a promise from Hoover regards the next nominee to the Supreme Court.  Taft died, presumably at peace, on March 8th, 1930.

Reflecting on Supreme Court politics 90 years ago it appears that things were much the same...and also much different.  Yes, it was a time just as now, when a Justice might linger on long past the point where they could be expected to make sober, well reasoned decisions.  But it was also a time when in the face of a turbulent world, one with economic upheaval and the rise of authoritarian governments everywhere, that political rivals would sit down, reason together and compromise for the common good.

Strange Fishing Challenge Day Four

For those arriving late, this is my silly quest to catch 20 species of fish in seven days of fishing.  I started the day with 9 species accounted for after three days.....

I really had not intended to do another Fishing Challenge Day.  It was supposed to be cold and rainy and I had an appointment in the early afternoon.  But I threw the gear in the vehicle anyway, and around 2:30 tossed a line into a spot on the Chippewa River where I'd been told some weird fish could be found.

Now normally I designate a first trip to a spot as a scouting day....the Fishing Challenge Day does not start until I say it does.  But the fish were biting, and as promised, they were weird.

This is a spot below a hydro dam.  Fish tend to swim upstream until they can't go further....then sit below the dam and feed on things that wash through..  I was bottom fishing mostly, just toss a hook full of night crawlers to the right spot and see what happens.

My first catch was a substantial fish but it kicked loose just as I pulled it onto shore.  I had you see neglected to bring a landing net.  Not long after I hauled in this guy:

This is a silver redhorse.  Not a common species, it's a big help on the way to 20.  He was probably three or four pounds.  Next up...

A small mouth buffalo.  Definitely an odd one.  This time I was ready, I had on a mechanics glove to grab him and toss him on shore.  And I gently held him down for hook removal and a photo.  This may have been the same species as the one that hopped back in the drink while I was reaching for my camera.  Same piggy eyes.

I fished a bit longer with no more luck.  As the sun set I tried another spot upstream.  My son and grandson have caught catfish there.  I sat there and drank a beer as the sun set.  A train went over the bridge.  Probably fish swam by, you couldn't prove it by me. 

But since the Fishing Challenge Day runs 24 hours from the point I declare one....there was the next morning.

Next morning it rained.  I fished and fished and caught nothing.  20 species is going to be hard, but the two I got on Day Four were odd ones that I could not have bagged had I gone specifically looking for them.  Presumably further fishing days on hold until spring.  

11 species down, 9 to go.  Gonna be hard.

When We Practice to Deceive

I've been working on a series of really tricky geocache containers.  It's a chance to experiment with various methods of camouflage.  It's about more than just color,  you need to break up outlines, especially of anything with straight edges.  And of course anything that is very different from the standard cache types is good.   Here are some "works in progress".

This might be three completed geo caches.  Or might be two crumbly bits of railroad tie and a curled up birch bark remnant.  Who knows?

I've been doing a series of containers based on these square plastic tubes.  Here's the progression from base unit to painted unit to full camo.  The moss is real.  I'm keeping this one outside for a while to age it a little more.  The square foam stopper seen with the lowest version is a new design.  It seems fully water proof.  I've tested these by submerging the entire container.  It stays dry.  That should make ground hides possible.  Cache hunters are usually not expecting these.  With a bit more refinement I hope eventually to craft an underwater cache!

Odds and ends.  A big plate fungus.  The motion sensor controlled voice box from a Halloween decoration.  A pine cone.  A rock and a brick.  Which of these are, or will become, parts of new geocaches.  Who knows?

Strange Fishing Challenge. Day Three.

Labor Day weekend.  I had the generations above and below me to help out and the "home field advantage" that comes with fishing your own lake.  Up at the cabin we routinely catch large mouth bass, small mouth bass and bluegills.  Pike, crappie, perch and rock bass are possible.  So, how did 24 hours of the Strange Fishing Challenge go?  If you are keeping score at home in my quest to catch 20 species of fish in seven days of fishing I started the day at 5 species in two days.....

Before we even got the boat out I had two more species.  My grandson was there to give me expert advice on dock fishing.

Yes, this is a large mouth bass.  Sorry for photo quality, when you hand the camera to a four year old you take what you get.

A dock sized blue gill.  I was feeling pretty confident after bagging two species in about five minutes.  So it was off in the boat we go...

My next target was northern pike.  The best way to catch them really is trolling.  So up and down the lake we went catching fish pretty often.  The other two members of the fishing party caught pike after pike.  I caught bass after bass, many of them of respectable size.  This despite using very similar lures.  Fishing is weird.  Finally...

Now we had a dilemma.  Having caught the main species on our little lake do we go for the minor ones?  Windy, choppy conditions had set in so we went over to another lake, one my son had fished a lot as a youngster.  Supposedly there were plentiful rock bass.  But instead I caught one after another a succession of these:

Yellow Perch.  Not exactly what I was looking for but they count as a new species.  So the tally for the expedition was four species and the running tally stands at three days, nine species.  I suppose I'm still on track to bag the twenty species in seven days, but to be honest I've already gotten the easy ones.  Further Strange Fishing Challenge Days may have to wait until spring.  I've heard of a river over on the eastern half of the state that has no fewer than 52 species present!