It’s out… 9/8

The great Labor Day struggle is over, the dock and boats are out. I a prior blog I happen to mention the annual event that makes everyone on our lake stop and ponder. Either in the past forty years you either learned a little and start using brain cells over brawn or you visit the chiroprater

The boat shore station which had settled into a foot of silt and takes 6 well trained athletes to remove was taken out took only minutes rather than hours… no it wasn’t magic but brain power, two come-alongs and long heavy duty chains.
So for three dozen years and ten in the cold waters of September the brothers four would bust their butts, fillling the air with swear words that would delight the younger family members with words like 'rat-a fats' while moving the big old thing inches at a time.

NO MORE… modern maturity has taken over and as Winger would say,
" Don’t force it, use a bigger hammer."
So bring on fall, the firewood is cut and split and the 5,000 lbs. shore station is high and dry. It’s time for some football… pass the chips, please.