Talk about cabin fever, Happy holliday!

Hi all,

Just thought I'd give you a hint on what it is like where I live, at this
time of year. =)
The sun rises at about 10 am and sets at 1 pm which in theory gives us three
hours of daylight.
This is theory mind you, since one hour of those three hours is dusk it
doesn't leave all that much daylight.
I'm just happy that I don't live in Kiruna, Sweden, about 450 kilometers to
the north. That would have meant zero hours of daylight for about 40 days in
a row (they actually built the town north of a big mountain, duh).
I really long for those endless summer nights, although they seem to be very
distant.
The weather service just promised us temperatures around -4 degrees
Fahrenheit from tomorrow until Christmas eve where the prediction ended.
We have very little snow for the time being, which actually will add to the
problem with deep frost. The worst that can happen is that the water pipe
down to the stable freezes, it is only 4 feet down.........
I strongly believe that we will end up with the normal 3 to 4 feet of snow
though, before the winter is over I will most certainly have moved my share
of snow.
The winter solstice is only 2 days away and then we slowly move towards
brighter days.
I will take the opportunity to wish you all a Happy Solstice, a Merry
Christmas and a Happy new year. Not that I won't be posting the next few
days but still.
For the clavers I can tell that the mountain region is getting a fair amount
of snow, which is good for us.
Anyhow, anyone doing any fishing or are you all fighting cabin fever?
(Rephrased question: How are things where you live?)

/ Roger
Daytime engineer
Lifetime fly fisherman
If you feel like it, visit http://www.imsoc.se/angler/ for info on fly
fishing in northern Sweden, Lapland,
or visit http://www.imsoc.se/ffgallery/ , the fly fishermen's gallery.

Roger Ohlund wrote:
...
(Rephrased question: How are things where you live?)

Urbana, Illinois is at 40° North. On the solstice the sun will rise
at 7:11 a.m. and set at 4:30 p.m.

Today is partly sunny, 27°F as I type, and we have just enough snow
on the ground to change the morning run into the morning ski. Kipper
the hound much prefers skiing because he's on a skijoring belt which
is way more fun than his short running leash.

The little pond that just a few weeks ago provided some welcome casting
is now completely frozen over. The kiddies will be finished with their
finals tomorrow and will disappear for a month back to Chicago from
whence they came. It is SO nice around here when they're gone. Too bad
we can't have a University here without a whole bunch of bothersome
students. They're a bloody nuisance. ;-)

This weekend we will bring a dead pine tree into the house and hang a
lot of sentiment on it. I need to pick out something appropriate to
commemorate my dad's passing and we'll inaugurate one or two more 2003
specific baubles on the tree. (We're getting to that age where we have
to record them so we don't forget which year they represent. ;-)

Looking forward to cooking a feast on the 25th and we'll go to the
city for NYE to catch String Cheese Incident and drink too much.

Happy Holidays !!

--
Ken Fortenberry

"Ken Fortenberry" wrote in message
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Roger Ohlund wrote:
...
(Rephrased question: How are things where you live?)

Urbana, Illinois is at 40° North. On the solstice the sun will rise
at 7:11 a.m. and set at 4:30 p.m.

Today is partly sunny, 27°F as I type, and we have just enough snow
on the ground to change the morning run into the morning ski. Kipper
the hound much prefers skiing because he's on a skijoring belt which
is way more fun than his short running leash.

The little pond that just a few weeks ago provided some welcome casting
is now completely frozen over. The kiddies will be finished with their
finals tomorrow and will disappear for a month back to Chicago from
whence they came. It is SO nice around here when they're gone. Too bad
we can't have a University here without a whole bunch of bothersome
students. They're a bloody nuisance. ;-)

This weekend we will bring a dead pine tree into the house and hang a
lot of sentiment on it.

A pine tree?

/Roger
What happened to the old fashioned spruce?

On Sat, 20 Dec 2003 11:15:16 +0100, "Roger Ohlund"
wrote:


"Ken Fortenberry" wrote in message
gy.com...
Roger Ohlund wrote:
...
(Rephrased question: How are things where you live?)

Urbana, Illinois is at 40° North. On the solstice the sun will rise
at 7:11 a.m. and set at 4:30 p.m.

Today is partly sunny, 27°F as I type, and we have just enough snow
on the ground to change the morning run into the morning ski. Kipper
the hound much prefers skiing because he's on a skijoring belt which
is way more fun than his short running leash.

The little pond that just a few weeks ago provided some welcome casting
is now completely frozen over. The kiddies will be finished with their
finals tomorrow and will disappear for a month back to Chicago from
whence they came. It is SO nice around here when they're gone. Too bad
we can't have a University here without a whole bunch of bothersome
students. They're a bloody nuisance. ;-)

This weekend we will bring a dead pine tree into the house and hang a
lot of sentiment on it.

A pine tree?

/Roger
What happened to the old fashioned spruce?


I think its a familial culture thing. Some people grew up with pines, many
of them flocked with this stuff that looked like dried mold, some with fir
and some spruce. Our family usually tilted towards balsam fir. Mostly
because thats what grew in the woodlots around our farms. My grandfather
had the talent of cutting the scraggliest balsam that grew in the swamps
and then attempting to wire a branch or two into one of the bigger gaps. In
doing this he would work up a powerful thirst and then wander up to the
Wagon Wheel bar to alleviate it. Ah, the holiday memories...


g.c.

Roger Ohlund wrote:

"Ken Fortenberry" wrote:
...
This weekend we will bring a dead pine tree into the house and hang a
lot of sentiment on it.

A pine tree?

As it happens, it's a Fraser Fir.

--
Ken Fortenberry

On 12/19/03 2:24 PM, in article , "Roger Ohlund"
wrote:

(Rephrased question: How are things where you live?)

As in Chambana, the students have fled this particular quadrant of Cleveland
for the balance of the calendar year and a peculiar silence has fallen over
the bustling paths of academe.

We're a tad further north than central Illinois, lying at 41 degrees, 30
minutes, 9 seconds north. So not a whole lot of "sunshine" just now, but a
good sight more than in Sverige. Our ground has been covered with snow for
the past several days. For those that live to the east of the city, the
covering has become a nice thick blanket of more than 12". Time to swap
casting for kick and glide. Or, for those of us with young ones, a swift
sled ride down the neighborhood hill.

I haven't cast a fly in over a month, and it's likely I won't until March or
April. Time has come to do other things. Though for me, I'm not far from
fishing during these cold months, as a pile of books and a tying vise is
never far from hand. Certainly memories of trips of the past year are quite
fresh. Armchair travel dreams of Montana, Pennsylvania, Michigan and Sweden
will doubtless occupy a fair amount of time.

The other day I found myself thinking about the past year on ROFF, about its
peculiar denizens, those I've met in person, those I haven't. How I'd hoped
to fish with the Westerners in the west but didn't. How Wolfgang and I have
yet to share the Ontonagan, something we've talked about nigh on two or
three seasons now. About Penns, both '03 and '04. As bad habits go, I
think I'll keep this one.

Happy Solstice to all-

Bill

William Claspy wrote:


The other day I found myself thinking about the past year on ROFF, about its
peculiar denizens, those I've met in person, those I haven't. How I'd hoped
to fish with the Westerners in the west but didn't. How Wolfgang and I have
yet to share the Ontonagan, something we've talked about nigh on two or
three seasons now. About Penns, both '03 and '04. As bad habits go, I
think I'll keep this one.

Happy Solstice to all-

Bill



indeed bill... you've missed a fine stream and a good guide/fishing
companion. i highly recommend making time for the ontonagan with wolfie.
it is logged as among my favorite fishing trip memories of this year...
especially one fine brown i watched the wolf pull from a most difficult,
nigh impossible little patch of water behind tree roots and a cut bank
amidst three or four different currents.

as you, i am blessed to have met many here and to have enjoyed their
kindness, wit, blistering criticism, sarcasm, intoxication, food, and
many, many good laughs. this very day, a messychewsetts pirate - just
recovered from the flu - drove 45 minutes into a cold day to a town not
on his customary route for the selfless purpose of assisting a
cackalackian friend. this is a crazy place, but we should never lose
thought of its specialness. god bless us, everyone.

tiny jeff

"Jeff Miller" wrote in message
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...god bless us, everyone.

Oh, good grief, EVERYone?! O.k., o.k., it's Christmas.....what the hell.


tiny jeff

Leave it alone......it'll grow.

Wolfgang
august.....hm.....i hear august is a pretty month in sweden.....hm.......

Wolfgang
august.....hm.....i hear august is a pretty month in sweden.....hm.......

Sweden. Fresh air. Liquor.
South America. Fresh air. Cold Beer.

Sweden. Nordic Blondes.
Senoritas.

Trout.
Peacock Bass.

Both locations, starry brilliant nights out in the field, expect better city
night starry lights in Sweden.

Snuggle in sleeping bag.
Sprawl in a hammock.

You see the dilemma here don't you........ Wolf, we should get together and
talk about this......see if you can get ahold of Jeff.

Question. At some of the claves, the clackawackas have described themselves
as the North Carolina contingent. But if a bunch of Americans went across
the pond, well, would Miller be known as a . . a. . dare I say it . .
..Yankee?

john

"asadi" wrote in message
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Wolfgang
august.....hm.....i hear august is a pretty month in
sweden.....hm.......

Sweden. Fresh air. Liquor.
South America. Fresh air. Cold Beer.

Sweden. Nordic Blondes.
Senoritas.

Trout.
Peacock Bass.

Both locations, starry brilliant nights out in the field, expect better
city
night starry lights in Sweden.

Snuggle in sleeping bag.
Sprawl in a hammock.

You see the dilemma here don't you........

Life is a series of hard choices, all of which, ultimately, lead to the
grave. That said, someone who drops body parts like a chain smoker does
butts, would do well to surround himself with persons familiar with his
proclivities.....persons who can be relied upon to help search for the
missing bits. Then too, a bracing climate in which misplaced appendages can
be located and reattached before rotting completely has a lot to be said for
it.

Wolf, we should get together and
talk about this

It would be irresponsible not to.

......see if you can get ahold of Jeff.

He's a slippery little devil but, given a sufficient supply of beer for
baiting, I believe we can draw him in close enough to make a grab.

Question. At some of the claves, the clackawackas have described
themselves
as the North Carolina contingent. But if a bunch of Americans went across
the pond, well, would Miller be known as a . . a. . dare I say it . .
.Yankee?

Well, it took Joel and me just two days to have him using "ya dere" in
context and with the proper inflection and accent. By the end of a week,
with a bit of help from George and Cyli, he was lingering in front of the
chainsaw display at the Settler's Co-op, and I distinctly heard a dreamy
voice utter "mmmmmm...pasties!" from the sauna on our last night in the UP.
He'll do, I think.

Wolfgang
to whom it occurs that one could do a lot worse than an international
goodwill delegation composed of baker, miller, and siebeneich as a
representative sample of america's finest.