Month: May 2012

  • Scott’s Birthday Bash at the Winnipeg Trap and Skeet Club.

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    I’ve posted a few photos over at my Flickr site of the guys shooting up clay targets.

  • Smoke on the Water

    Portable gas water pump being fired up.

    Some big excitement at the lake this afternoon, the neighbour’s boat house across the road from us caught fire!

    Chopping a hole in the deck.

    I walked down to the end of our driveway and noticed a girl standing at the end of our neighbour’s driveway, and didn’t think anything of it until a fire truck roared up the road, and she waved them into the driveway. With in minutes there was also a helicopter overhead checking out the situation and an OPP cruiser pulled in right after the fire trucks.

    It turns out that she was canoeing in the bay and noticed some “unusual” smoke by the boat house and paddled over for a closer look. The place was on fire and they went next door to another neighbour and called the fire department. The volunteer fire department arrived in 15 minutes, by then the boat house owner had their own fire hoses in play battling the fire. For most of the afternoon the firemen poured water on the structure and investigated all the walls and between the floors. The top floor was filled with thick smoke. Thankfully, nobody was injured and the fire didn’t spread to the forest or other buildings.

  • Squirrel Piss

    When I was younger I had a summer job at Furby Motors. The owner, Ken Main, was also a cottage owner on Bretton Lake where I spent may great summers growing up. Between working the summer job and hanging out with his family at the lake we became pretty good friends. One day at work I needed to get some rusty bolts of off some automotive part and they just were not budging. Ken walks by and sees my situation and casually says “Put some squirrel piss on them”. I guess from my stunned look he realized I’d never heard that phrase before. “Penetrating oil” he says.

    To this day every time I reach for the Liquid Wrench to help with a rusty bolt I think of Ken and the good times we had at work and sailing on Lake Brerton.

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