Dakota Country Magazine October 2016 Edition - Page 109

Letters from the prairie... Dear Uncle Mike, Hope you guys are cooling down in southern California, as we are here. I gotta tell you, these cool early fall nights are the best sleeping weather ever. If you’re lucky, the breeze stays with you through the night. And just after sunrise, that breeze, sliding across you’re semi-comatose body on the edge of that summer blanket, is heaven. There’s only a few times of year we can enjoy that. I believe this has been a record year for BLT’s, Uncle Mike. So many tomatoes, so much lettuce. Just the other night I carved a brig ht red, baseball size tomato from the pile on the counter into quarter-inch slices, dropped a pack of fresh bacon into the cast-iron skillet, and shazam… paradise for the tongue. Didn’t even have any lettuce, but didn’t matter. Buttered toast laced with mayo, stacked with that bacon, and you know, can’t see how you can find a better treat. Just have to remind The fall switch... myself when to stop. According to the health food guru’s, bacon is poison, but home-grown tomatoes are the best. So, I consider it a wash. Even Steven. Concentrating on hunting seasons now, Uncle Mike, but I’m sure not through with fishing yet. I struggled last summer. Only a handful of magnum fishing days, and even not much of that after early July. Not used to that, here in the upper plains. Spoiled. As a pattern, there’s always something going on, even in the heat of July and August. That’s one reason we enjoy more than just walleyes. When one species is down, another is up. But not last summer, for reasons I’ve yet to figure. I don’t think I’m alone on this. I know folks who fished the big lakes did very well. Good for them. I www.dakotacountrymagazine.com just can’t get to that water as often as I like, and besides, I like so much other fishing, too. It just wasn’t there. But, next year. And so it is, with some reluctance, but not too much, Uncle Mike, I turn my attention to fall here on the Northern Plains, hoping the marginal fishing trend I experienced doesn’t continue. Game populations, too, are unpredictable, even in years of positive counts. We’ll see. All this got me to thinking about the change in seasons. It is, in fact, rejuvenating. You guys in southern California enjoy nice winters, I know, but it gets pretty hot there in July and August, though I don’t think humidity is a problem like here. It’s so easy to sweat here in July, even if you’re just standing still. For guys like me, I drip like a leaky faucet. Never did like the summer heat. Everyone’s healthy, though I didn’t get the grandkids out fishing as much as I’ve have liked last summer. Seems like everyone is too busy. When they do get out there, though, and see that bobber go down, I enjoy watching their excitement. Kids smile so readily as it is, but hearing them squeal with a fishing rod in their hands is priceless. I’m not looking forward to those 4 a.m. mornings, Uncle Mike, getting up, driving an hour or more in the dark to set foot near a ripping slough that you can only hear, not see. But you know, once daylight overpowers the dark, there’s no better place on Earth. I hope I can keep going to that place for a long time. Hope you’re doing well, Uncle Mike. Stay in touch. As always, Tony. • Dakota Country, October 2016, Page 109