Hey little one! Do you want to go snipe hunting? They are huge this year! – Twin Cities

Then now

LeoJEOSP writes: “Subject: The snipe hunt.

“A lot of boys my age were Boy Scouts in the 1960s. Many campouts and winter freeze outs have taught us how to behave.

“One of the traditions was ‘snipe hunting’. The Scout was given a burlap sack and instructed to stay alone in an area and be vigilant as the common snipe only appears when the forest is quiet. You were given a stick to force the snipe into your sack.

“I nicked this from Wikipedia: ‘Snipe hunting is a type of odyssey or wild goose hunting, meaning a fruitless mission or expedition attested as early as the 1840s in the United States. It was the most common defilement ritual for boys at American summer camps in the early 20th century and is a rite of passage often associated with groups like the Boy Scouts. In camp life and in children’s folklore, snipe hunting provides an opportunity to poke fun at newcomers while welcoming them into the group.”

“I don’t recall anyone being permanently harmed by participating in a snipe hunt.

“I hesitate to compare today’s youth to the Boy Scouts of the 1960s. But it’s such an easy target.

“A snipe hunt today would be cause for complaint and sensitivity training.”

BULLETIN BOARD SAYS: If that’s the case, it’s certainly not the boys’ (or the girls’, of course) fault.

days of radio

THE GRAM WITH A THOUSAND RULES: “Remembering my radio days 70 years ago:

“As continuity director at our small radio station, it was necessary for me to share my office with the sports department. It was large enough, with ample room for two desks, my typewriter stand, a tall filing cabinet, and a wastebasket. It had the advantage of having a large picture window overlooking Ninth Street, making it bright and cheery — almost too cerise at times, as onlookers lingered at the adjoining window to watch the news coming out of the UP wire device , and then to our crossed window and stop to smile and wave and watch me work.

“I had the room to myself most of the day because our athletic department consisted of only one man who walked in about an hour before his 5pm airtime. He would snatch the afternoon paper from the news machine and return to his desk, the stack of newspapers in his hand. Then he lit his cigar, put his feet up on the desk and pulled out all the sports news and threw the rest in the bin.

“When I first started at the station, the jock on staff was a former, fairly famous Minnesota football player. Having absolutely no interest in sports and not knowing about his fame, I wasn’t really impressed – which is probably why he never called me by name. The only time he even spoke to me was when he threw the unused copy in the trash. Every
Damn day he would say, “Little girl! Look at that!’ as if he would throw every padded ball in the direction of the wastebasket and miss nine times out of ten.

Not exactly what she intended

BILL OF THE RIVER LAKE reports: “Subject: For Your Eyes Only.

“The other day I called our current ophthalmologist and asked to be contacted
another eye clinic here in Minnesota. The person I spoke to was
very patient and helpful. She gave me several clues, but it was a struggle
to offer recommended real names of the eye surgeons at these locations.

“She finally told me that she ‘flys blind here’ to find some names.

“Well that was very reassuring and reassuring as it came from an ‘eye person.’

“I’ll make sure I keep going.”

our times

Putin’s War Division

KATHY S. from St. Paul last week: “Subject: Let there be peace.

“Political matters aside, my admiration for the Ukrainians and their President has grown as the conflict there has increased.

“Their latest innovation, which I think the world should copy, is they announced that any invading soldiers who surrender to them will be able to be fed and call their mothers to say they’re fine . How cool is that?

“I saw a video of an embarrassed young Russian man eating and phoning home.

“Talk about nonviolence!”

Our time (answer)

SEMI LEGEND: “Subject: Igloo?

“When I read about dining in igloos, I looked at the structures and realized they were what Twin Cities Business called ‘heated plastic domes.’

“’Geodesic Dome’ was the term I was looking for. And I remembered Buckminster Fuller coining the term. Then I had fun digging up stuff about the “engineer, inventor, mathematician, architect, cartographer, philosopher, poet, cosmogonist, and comprehensive designer.”

“But I prefer to eat inside.”

In remembrance

RED’S OFFSPRING, north of St. Paul, writes: “Subject: RIP, Rice Streeter.

“When I read about the death of cartoonist Richard Guindon last week, a few thoughts came to mind:

“(1) I didn’t know him, but he and I both came from ‘out Rice Street.’

“(2) I remembered him drawing for the Minnesota Daily, the Minneapolis Newspaper and the Detroit Free Press. Two of his cartoons immediately came to mind:

“(a) On the cover of a book I once owned, which I had lost sight of long ago, was a picture of a line of pioneers (raccoon hats, etc.) peering in a log cabin window. In the foreground, a man whispers to another, “I told you guys to hire voyageurs.”

“(b) The second drawing requires a bit of background knowledge:

“Alan Page was fired by the Vikings and signed by the Bears during the 1978 season. The reason for the move was that Bud Grant wanted Page to increase his weight of 222 pounds and Page refused. I won’t go into detail about Page’s accomplishments while playing for the Vikings; his presence in the NFL Hall of Fame speaks for itself.

“The Guindon cartoon I remember drawing was drawn after Page moved. In the cartoon there was a door in a hallway (I don’t remember the wording on the door but it must have something to do with the Vikings) and the doormat was a Viking jersey with Page’s number (88) on it .”

Our Horses, Ourselves (continued)

THE Astronomer of Nininger: “Subject: Saga of Big River II [Part I was in Sunday BB, 3/6/2022.]

“When we speak of ‘wild’ horses, we usually mean those that are free to roam and roam the open countryside unhindered. Many of them are wild horses descended from native breeds but released to the plains. We call them “Mustangs”, tough, strong and tough. One was brought on board by Linda at Big River Stables.

“Linda and her husband Mike lived across the river, so almost every day she would drive her old Chevy across the aging bridge to see and work with the horse. She acquired this North Dakota Mustang and named it “LJ.” Linda had no exceptional riding or training skills, but she possessed immeasurable amounts of patience and perseverance, not to mention her love for him. LJ was basically halter trained when he came to our ranch and that was it.

“He was a black horse, quite shiny if Linda applied cowboy magic to his mane and tail. He was also quite stocky, about 15½ hands tall (1 hand = 4 inches measured at the withers). Linda always had a carrot or some other treat in her pocket for him. She had worked as a teaching assistant, so I think she knew what worked. These treats allowed her to train him to be a very safe riding horse and an almost magical entertainer who is fun to ride. Linda must have read a lot about training her horse companion because she was always coming up with new tricks.

“LJ could easily ‘count’ and tell you how old he was with his hoof. On command he went to the cooler and returned with a bottle of beer. His palate wasn’t particularly picky, unable to tell the difference between different brands. Linda also had a stool that was 3 feet in diameter, about 12 inches high and strong enough to support LJ’s 1000 pound weight. He would mount it by bringing all four hooves together, like a circus animal. He was a lot of fun. And when asked if he was Republican or Democrat, he nodded or shook his head, “Yes” or “No.”

“When Linda rode him down the street, Toby, one of our ‘stable’ cats, would walk with them. Linda enjoyed riding LJ, but not very fast. So the cat could keep up.

“Now that Big River Stables is gone, LJ has moved on about a mile. I know he is well taken care of and that Linda is happy to be there. Bison will soon be roaming the ground that our horses, LJ and stable mates have made their home. But these horses, LJ and so many others, and their owners are the ones we miss the most.”

Band name of the day: The Snipe Hunters – or: Cowboy Magic

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Brian Lowry

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