Mitzi Skiff for Sale

mitzi skiff for sale2008 Mitzi Skiff for Sale

 

My 2008 Mitzi Skiff  17 is up for sale. I’m buying a friend’s boat and selling mine, with some mixed emotions. That Mitzi has been real good to me. You can see in the photos below that it’s in excellent condition.

Here are the details on the Mitzi Skiff for sale:

2008 Mitzi Skiff 17 hull (weight empty 650 pounds)

2008 Yamaha F60TLR 4-STROKE Series, Outboard Power Tilt/Trim (60 HP) with a Stainless Steel 3-Blade Propeller. It does not have an hour meter but I would guess it’s around 1000 well-maintained hours.

2008 aluminum EZ Loader Trailer with torsion bar suspension, spare tire holder, plastic fenders,  oil immersion wheel hubs. The torsion bar was added on, by EZ Loader, in 2011.

-21′ G. Loomis carbon fiber pushpole

-MinnKota bow mount trolling motor, 56 lb. thrust, with new battery

-anchor and line

-docking lines

-all required USCG safety gear, including three PFDs and a fire extinguisher

-I have all service records. The only service it’s had has been for routine maintenance. It’s been bulletproof!

-my achey-breaky heart  🙁

JUST ADD WATER!

This boat has been awesome and I will miss it, but things change. I’m getting a different boat.

Asking $12,500

John Kumiski
407.977.5207

Here are a plethora of photos of the vessel:

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mitzi from poling tower

 

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mitzi from bow

 

mitzi under port gunnel

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Mitzi under gunnel rod storage
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mitzi console port

 

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mitzi under front deck, trolling motor battery, 6.5 gallon fuel tank

 

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mitzi poling tower; yamaha

 

mitzi skiff for sale
mitzi splash well and rigging

 

mitzi starboard storage locker

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mitzi storage lockers
mitzi skiff for sale
mitzi live well

 

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mitzi helm

 

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mitzi yamaha lower unit

 

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Mitzi in action, mosquito lagoon

 

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Mitzi in action, mosquito lagoon

 

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Mitzi in action, gulf of mexico

 

Mitzi in action, Atlantic Ocean
Mitzi in action, Atlantic Ocean

And those are the details on the Mitzi Skiff for sale.

John Kumiski
407.977.5207

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The Poop-A-Seat

The Poop-A-Seat

The company that makes the Poop-A-Seat does not call it the Poop-A-Seat. I find my name much more fun and descriptive than theirs. The company, Cleanwaste, calls the Poop-A-Seat a very sanitary-sounding Go Anywhere Portable Toilet.

Rodney and I are bringing one with us on the Indian River Lagoon Paddle Adventure.

Rodney got us on the topic by sending an email to everyone who is participating in which he asked, “Where are we going to go?” A fair question. My response was, “Bring a trowel.” On past trips we would always dig a hole, poop into it, then bury the mess.

One of our paddlers, Kristin by name, objected to this idea. She said that the spoil islands that she paddles to around Sebastian are disgusting because of all the people who are “going” there and not burying it. I’ve certainly seen that around some of the boat ramps I use. It’s dangerous to walk into the woods. Kristin has been using the Go Anywhere Portable Toilet for years and insisted that we all use one too.

I went to the link Kristin sent me and found this description of the product:

“Enjoy dignified convenience with our safe, sturdy, thoughtfully engineered, premium quality GO anywhere portable toilet®.  Our compact toilet weighs just 7 pounds and folds closed to standard briefcase size.  It provides the comfort, height and ease of use of a standard toilet, supports up to 500 pounds and is stable on uneven ground.  No mixing, messy chemical waste storage tanks or dump stations required.  No assembly required.

GO Anywhere Portable Toilet

The GO Anywhere Portable Toilet, a.k.a. the poopaseat.

“The most sanitary, safe, environmentally-friendly, portable toilet solution available-complete with toilet paper and hand sanitizer. Prevents spread of disease with no spills, splashbacks or waste contact.  Our toilet kit is the ONLY biodegradable solution that traps, encapsulates, deodorizes and breaks down waste with a NASA-developed gelling agent.  Use it, seal it and toss it in normal trash.

“Each Kit Includes:

  • Waste bag.
  • Poo Powder® gelling/deodorizing agent.
  • Secure puncture-resistant zip-close disposal bag.
  • Individual toilet paper.
    -Hand wipe.”

So the Indian River Paddle Adventure will be using the Go Anywhere Portable Toilet, the Poop-A-Seat, thus keeping our poop out of the lagoon system.  We’ll be putting the poop into the landfill.

Folded up, the seat is the size of a briefcase. We can find room for it in the canoe.

The Poop-A-Seat. Clearly, if you’re going to be going outdoors it’s an idea whose time has come. Visit Cleanwaste’s website and be the first on your block to have the latest fashionable status symbol for the real outdoorsman or outdoorswoman!

John Kumiski
www.spottedtail.com

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2013. All rights are reserved.

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The Colonoscopy Blog

The Colonoscopy Blog

The colonoscopy- it’s arguably my favorite medical procedure. Not!

The fun started this time at the Publix pharmacy. Prepopik, used to clean your innards so the doc can see what’s going on in there, ninety dollars. My CIGNA insurance didn’t cover it. So much money for so little fun. Ouchie.

Actually the fun started earlier in the day when I couldn’t eat all day the day prior to the procedure. That’s pretty much a lock to make me grouchy. The 90 bucks was just icing on the cake.

I don’t want to say that the Prepopik functions as a laxative, but NASA could consider its use as a propellant for humans if we could just solve the hydration problem. No tether needed, either! A bidet would have been real handy.

Due to all my porcelain visits I didn’t get much sleep.

At 6 AM in the doctor’s office they were asking me if I ever smile. Usually if I haven’t eaten in 36 hours and I’ve spent the night on the can, smiling is not in the repertoire. I need to work on that.

If you’ve never had a colonoscopy and are wondering what it is, the doctor knocks you out and inserts a little camera on a long, thin, flexible tube into your butt. He then examines your colon searching for cancerous or pre-cancerous growths. The first time I had one done they drugged me only enough that I couldn’t feel what was going on. I wanted to, and did, watch the picture on the TV screen. It was not terribly entertaining, although that’s true of much of what’s on TV today. The procedure itself only takes about 30 minutes and is not a big deal.

The prep work is no fun at all though.

That having been said, colon cancer is probably much less fun than the prep for the colonoscopy, lasts much longer, and often ends in death.

If you are in your 50s and haven’t had a colonoscopy you ought to consider doing so. Maybe it will become your favorite medical procedure too.

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2013. All rights are reserved.

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A Eulogy for Joe Mulson

A Eulogy for Joe Mulson

It made me very sad to learn that Joe Mulson passed away this week. He was in his eighties.

Joe was a member of the Backcountry Flyfishing Association of Orlando, which is where we met. He was a retired physics professor and an ardent, active fly fisherman, fishing throughout Florida through the winter and throughout the west with his wife Eleanor during the summer. He was a role model to those of us who knew him through his 60’s and 70’s. I want to be like Joe if I reach that age!

Joe had a share of a hunting camp in Pennsylvania. He’d go up every autumn and return to Florida with plenty of venison. For many years the Pennsylvania venison he gave me was the only red meat I ate.

One year Joe and I took the Bang-O-Craft to Everglades National Park over Mother’s Day weekend. I paid for that for the rest of the summer, but Joe’s wife Eleanor didn’t seem to mind at all.

Joe and I fly fished together in coastal North and South Carolina and all over Florida. He was always ready to go, often at a moment’s notice, on canoe trips, houseboat trips, surf fishing trips, wading trips, whatever. You would never hear Joe complain, except about perhaps the state of the country. As far as aches and pains went you would never suspect that he had any. Maybe he didn’t!

Many years ago Rodney Smith took Joe and I out on the Atlantic on his old Hewes skiff. First we ran into a barrage of crevalle jacks. When that ended Rodney found the Spanish mackerel motherlode. I’ve never seen them like that since. Anyway, all three of us were flycasting simultaneously, often resulting in triple hookups. We kept eight or so for the table, then it was all catch and release.

Rodney and I found the novelty of a fish every cast wore off pretty fast. We thought it was too easy. Joe was having the time of his life.

In spite of Joe’s enjoyment we left the Spanish hoping to find cobia or tripletail. It was a mistake. We found neither. Joe gently reminded me of that error for a long time afterwards.

One year I intended to go up to Atlantic Beach, North Carolina to guide during their false albacore run. Pathfinder Boats loaned me a 22 foot Pathfinder from which to conduct my business (an awesome vessel, by the way). I had no way to tow it up there. Joe hitched it up to his Suburban and drove me up, 12 hours each way. Five weeks later he came back to get me, bringing Rodney with him.

I’m happy to report supper was hot and waiting for them when they walked in the door.

We went fishing the next day. The weather was atrocious at first, but the wind gradually calmed down and it turned into a beautiful day. The fish were ON. Joe, Rodney, and John the Science Polack (my other guest for the day) caught a lot of fish, but Joe got the biggest one, a 17 pound tunny. Joe made the task much more difficult than it needed to be by foul-hooking the beast at the base of the dorsal fin. It took him an hour to boat that fish.

One year I needed $1500 in order to get a book published. Joe offered to loan me the money, and the book got published. Joe got his money back a month later, along with some books.

Joe and I did a lot of our fishing together when I was writing a lot. Photos of Joe (shot with film) appeared in many different fishing and fly fishing magazines. People would recognize him at fishing shows. It worked well. He was a good model. I enjoyed photographing him. He enjoyed the notoriety.

We went on a couple of houseboat trips together. When it came to snoring, Joe was world class and he knew it. He finally got a breathing machine, but there was no power on the houseboat. So he very considerately brought earplugs for everyone.

As Joe got into his eighties he stopped going fishing. He would tell me, “I have caught so many fish. Whenever I want to catch one now I just sit in my rocking chair and close my eyes.”

He never tired of teaching fly casting though, and continued teaching to the end.

I considered Joe to be one of my best friends and I feel a powerful sense of personal loss at his passing. But his was a long, healthy life well-lived. My guess is he had no regrets. Joe, you will always be a role model to me.

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2013. All rights are reserved.

Exploring Escalante

Exploring Escalante

No matter how extraordinary the scenery, sooner or later one must take a break from hiking.

Susan and I visited Kodachrome Basin State Park on Saturday. The park boasts magnificent, majestic scenery and wonderful hiking. However, it’s June and by mid-day it was getting rather hot. We decided to take a ride along Utah’s Scenic Highway 12.

Exploring Escalante

Susan still doing the hiking thing, at Kodachrome Basin State Park.

Ordinarily scenic drives do not excite me. I’d rather be out in the scenery than driving past it. I make an exception for this road, however. It’s extraordinary.

About 2 PM we came to the town of Escalante. Wanting a cup of joe, I parked the car and went on a search mission. The first stop was the Escalante Mercantile, a really nice natural foods store owned by a wonderful woman named Marcie Hoffman. If you need real food and you are in the area this is the place to stop. Marcie directed us to another store a short distance up the street, Escalante Outfitters. She also gave us some other information she thought we could use in order to enjoy her adopted town a little more.

Escalante had wildflower gardens along the sidewalks, in people’s yards, everywhere. Very nice.

So we get to Escalante Outfitters. The have a fly fishing guide there. The sell clothing. They sell jewelry. They sell books. They sell outdoor equipment. They have a topographic map case which is indexed. They play great music. There is a restaurant. I get my coffee, which (at 2:30 in the afternoon) is fresh and tastes heavenly, a really good cup. Susan and I check out the dinner menu and immediately decide to eat dinner there, even though dinnertime is three hours away.

Up the road a mile I had spotted an art gallery. Susan teaches art and will always be interested so we go there. It’s the gallery of David and Brigitte Delthony. He make art that doubles as furniture- spectacular, unique, for those with discriminatting tastes. He has won a plethora of awards and one look is all it takes to see why.

A rocking chair crafted by David Delthony.

A rocking chair crafted by David Delthony.

Brigitte is a potter. Her hands are covered in mud when we arrive. She graciously spends 40 minutes talking with us about her work, how she builds it, how she fires and finishes it. Every piece is absolutely exquisite. Like her husband she has won many awards. It was an awesome stop, well worth our time.

One of Brigitte's exquisite pots, if "pot" can describe something like this.

One of Brigitte’s exquisite pots, if “pot” can describe something like this.

We tear ourselves away and visit another gallery. When you travel and visit a gallery cold, you never know what to expect. Escalante Gallery has outstanding photography, handmade jewelry, pottery, and other very nice gift items. We spoke at length with the owner and photographer, Tracy Hassett. His work makes mine look like chopped liver. He gave us lots of good information- more than we could use!- that he publishes in the form of maps, available on their website.

I tell him I want to go to Bryce and photograph the full moon rising.He suggests I get up in the morning and photograph it setting. He tells me where to park the car in order to get the shot. I follow his instructions, and get the shot below. Stopping at Escalente Galleries was a much more than worthwhile stop.

exploring escalante

Moonset over Bryce Canyon

Escalante sits in the north side of the Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument, almost two million acres of wild, wild country. Bryce Canyon is gorgeous, but it’s a national park. It’s crowded. The national monument was the last place mapped in the lower 48 states. It’s vast, undeveloped, and very, very uncrowded. If you come out to southern Utah and you like solitude and adventure it’s the place you need to visit. The town of Escalante would make a very good base for that kind of adventure.

Nearly dinner time now, we make our way back to Escalante Outfitters and order chicken salad sandwiches. They are nearly heavenly, the first good food we’ve had since leaving Kansas City. Yeah, we had a wonderful time exploring Escalante.

Life is great and I love my work!

Life is short. Go adventuring!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

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In Memory of Bob Hicks

In memory of bob hicksA man I considered a friend died yesterday. I hadn’t seen him in a long time, didn’t even know he was sick. His name was Bob Hicks.

I met Bob through the Backcountry Flyfishing Association when we were both members. The first time I took him fishing he wanted to get a redfish on a fly. Back then it was pretty easy. I put him on some tailing fish and he got one right away. He was real happy. It was good.

I took him out of Port Canaveral one time. He caught a little bonnethead shark, maybe three feet long. Bob was an orthodontist. I thought he might have a professional interest in the dentition of the critter, so I held it upside down to show him. To my horror he reached over with his highly skilled fingers to remove the hook from the shark.

“Bob!” I cried. “Don’t you make your living with those fingers? For God’s sake, get them away from there!” A potential accident, narrowly averted.

On the way back to the dock we found some crevalle blowing up mullet. Bob hooked one, the fish in the photo to be precise. While they battled the reel seat on the spin rod broke. It no longer held the reel, making a tough fish a whole lot tougher. In spite of the handicap he got it anyway.

Bob knew both my sons, put braces on both of them. His sons were around the same age as mine. Some Sunday afternoons the Kumiskis would meet the Hicks’s at the golf club. Bob was a member there, and he was an avid and accomplished golfer. The kids would hit some golf balls, then we would fish for bass in the ponds. It was a very pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I appreciated his inviting us.

Bob and I were fishing for redfish in the Banana River Lagoon one time. We found a school of giants but an errant cast made them flee. We searched for them for a couple of hours without success. Finally, I suggested we fish for a somewhat less glamorous specie. “Anything,” Bob said. “I am so bored of this.”
I anchored the boat by a dock where there were a lot of catfish. Using small pieces of mullet, Bob started catching them one after another. The rod bent again and Bob set the hook. Thirty pounds of upset tarpon went cartwheeling through the air. He caught and we released that fish, the first and I believe the only one Bob ever caught.

I would call Bob to ask him if he wanted to fish. While we fished together at least a dozen times, the last fifteen or so times he said no. He was golfing. He was teaching his sons to golf. He must have done a good job of it. At least one of them got a golf scholarship.
But when you get refused enough you stop calling, which is what happened. I would stop by his office occasionally and we would talk, mostly about fishing or golf. He would enthusiastically tell me about his son’s golfing and their golfing trips to Scotland. I told him when he wanted to go fishing again to let me know.

He never did. Now he never will.

“Don’t it always seem to go,
that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.”

Bob was a great guy. We didn’t fish enough and I will always miss that. But I will also treasure the memories of the time we did spend together.

Bob, I hope the greens are perfect wherever you’re playing golf now. Thank you for everything.

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

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A Pale Blue Dot

I found this while surfing the net, dudes…

 

earth, photographed by the Voyager spacecraft

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

U.S. Congress Aims at Clean Water Act and Pulls Both Barrels

TO:                         Outdoor Writers and Columnists

FR:                          Izaak Walton League of America, National Wildlife Federation, Trout Unlimited

DATE:                    June 13, 2012

RE:                          U.S. Congress Aims at Clean Water Act and Pulls Both Barrels

 

Over the past 2 weeks, both chambers of Congress have taken aim at the Clean Water Act with a flurry of amendments that undermine hunting, angling and outdoor recreation traditions along with the economic activity driven by these sports.   Sportsmen and women across the country depend on clean streams and healthy wetland habitat, and it is important that they and all Americans understand what’s taking place – and what’s at stake.

 

Congress Launches Blistering Attacks

Since just the beginning of June, the Clean Water Act has been attacked on numerous fronts:

  • On June 1, the House of Representatives defeated efforts to strike a provision in the annual Corps of Engineers budget bill (HR 5325) that would block the Corps from issuing and implementing Clean Water Act guidance for its staff.  Our organizations and other hunting, angling and conservation groups strongly supported the amendment to strike this ill-conceived provision inserted in the budget bill by the House Appropriations Committee.
  • On June 7, the House Transportation Committee approved a bill (HR 4965) barring the Corps and EPA from issuing Clean Water Act guidance or revising their Clean Water Act regulations based on such guidance.
  • Multiple amendments that threaten clean water and wetland conservation are likely to be offered during debate on the Farm Bill.  Amendments already filed in the Senate run the gamut from blocking new Corps and EPA guidance and rulemaking to one offered by Senator Rand Paul that would fundamentally change the intent of the Clean Water Act.

 

Senator Paul’s amendment would gut the Act’s wetland conservation objectives.  It would limit the law only to waters that are navigable by boat or are permanent or continuously flowing and connected to navigable waters.  The amendment specifically excludes certain waters from coverage, including “wetlands without a continuous surface connection to bodies of water” that are covered.

 

The implications of Senator Paul’s amendment are sweeping.  Under this language, wetlands separated from a navigable river by the bank of that river would not be protected because they do not have a “continuous surface connection” to the river. Millions of acres of wetlands provide shallow sub-surface or periodic surface flows to navigable rivers and lakes. These wetlands are crucial to the health of navigable waters, yet could lose Clean Water Act protections if this amendment became law.  Prairie pothole wetlands, the breeding grounds for at least 50 percent of all waterfowl in North America, would almost certainly be excluded because they are not navigable by boat, permanent or continuously flowing, or because they lack a “continuous surface connection” to navigable waters.  If this amendment became law, wetland conservation as we’ve known it for 40 years would be swept away.

 

Wetland Gains Reversed

The erosion of clean water protections under the Supreme Court’s SWANCC and Rapanos decisions and the previous administration’s guidance are taking a toll on wetlands. The most recent report (“Status and Trends of Wetlands in the Conterminous United States 2004 to 2009,”www.fws.gov/wetlands/statusandtrends2009) from the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (FWS) demonstrates that the national trend toward reduced wetland losses – and even small gains in wetland conservation in the early part of the past decade – have been reversed. Between 2004 and 2009, FWS found net wetland acres dropped by 62,300 nationwide, which is a 140-percent increase in the rate of wetland loss compared with the 1998-2004 time frame. FWS also reports that forested wetlands declined by 633,000 acres, representing the “largest losses since the 1974 to 1985 time period.” The full extent of the country’s natural wetland loss is masked by growth of man-made retention and other ponds that are of more limited value for fish and wildlife, which FWS found increased by some 336,000 acres.

 

Outdoor Recreation Economy at Risk

Clean water and healthy wetlands support the nation’s outdoor recreation economy.  Consider the following:

  • According to the American Sportfishing Association, fishing generates $125 billion in direct and indirect economic activity across the United States and supports 1 million jobs every year.
  • The National Marine Manufacturers Association found that boating contributes $41 billion to the economy and supports 337,000 jobs annually.
  • The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (FWS) reports that duck hunting alone contributes $2.3 billion to the economy and supports 27,000 private sector jobs.
  • FWS also estimates that 6.7 million trout anglers contribute nearly $5 billion annually to our economy.

These activities and the economic growth they support at the local, regional, and national levels all depend on healthy waters and wetlands to produce quality outdoor experiences.  Clean streams and abundant wetlands are essential for fish and wildlife and the hunting, angling, and outdoor traditions tens of millions of Americans enjoy every year. These traditions and the economic activity they create are in real jeopardy today.

 

The current range of attacks by Congress on the Clean Water Act is unprecedented in recent memory.  Members on both sides of the aisle in both chambers are lining up to take their shots.  Not one, but a growing number of threats are rapidly converging on the water resources and fish and wildlife that matter most to sportsmen. We hope you can highlight this issue for your readers.

 

If you have questions, please feel free to contact us.

 

Scott Kovarovics, Izaak Walton League, (301) 548-0150 ext. 223, skovarovics@iwla.org

Jan Goldman-Carter, National Wildlife Federation, (202) 797-6894, goldmancarterj@nwf.org

Steve Moyer, Trout Unlimited, (703) 284-9406, smoyer@tu.org

 

 

Jaclyn McDougal – Regional Communications Manager – Southeast
Phone: 678-436-5072  |  Cell: 404-683-8934  |  Fax: 404-892-1744  |  mcdougalj@nwf.org
730 Peachtree Street NE, Suite 1000
Atlanta, GA 30308-1241
www.nwf.org

NWF is America’s largest conservation organization, celebrating 75 years of inspiring Americans to protect wildlife for our children’s future

 

A Eulogy For Bonnie

Bonnie entered our lives 18 years ago. Susan somehow got her from a litter of a feral cat. A beautiful calico color, she had a bad temper and was prone to bite and scratch us, as well as any visitors who dared to touch her. I don’t know about Susan, but Maxx, Alex, and I all have Bonnie scars.

I’m not a cat person. While I can tolerate them, I was not a big fan of Bonnie. Susan loved her, though, and that bond grew very strong while Susan was weak and sick from chemotherapy treatments. Bonnie would sit on her lap and purr as Susan stroked her. I have no doubt she helped with Susan’s recovery, perhaps more than I did.

For me though, Bonnie was mostly a pain in the neck. She shed hair all over my clothes. She spit up. She brought fleas into the house. One time, for reasons known only to her, she peed in my sneakers. After four separate washings, I threw them out. No amount of washing was going to get that smell out. Because Susan loved her, and I love Susan, I put up with Bonnie. What choice did I have?

Bonnie wasn’t all bad. She certainly cleaned up any extra fish we had. Her coat felt wonderful, thick and silky. There’s something soothing about stroking a purring cat. And we have never had a problem with rodents here.

The past few years, as she got old, she mellowed some. But she also became demanding at meal times, meowing a wailing cry that would make someone think we were trying to starve her. Any impartial observer could easily see that was not the case.
She also got in the habit of lying as much in the way as she could possibly be- for example, right behind me as I was trying to prepare supper. Yes, I stepped on her, more than once. And while on the one hand you feel bad, on the other it’s, “Stupid cat, what did you expect?”

Bonnie also started going deaf, a dangerous situation for her when I’m always backing boat trailers. I dreaded to think what Susan’s response would be if I flattened her cat.

As it turned out, Susan flattened her cat. It was much worse than if I had done it.

Susan was clearing the driveway of oak leaves, using an electric blower. She used it on Bonnie, who was, as was her habit, right in the way. Bonnie didn’t like the noise or the stream of air, and scampered away. Unknown to Susan, she scampered right back.

In the meantime Susan needed to move her car in order to get the leaves that were under and on the other side of it. She put down the blower, got in the car, and moved it.

Tragically, Bonnie had lain down right in front of her passenger-side tire. Susan never saw her. Bonnie never moved.

Susan came running into the house, hysterical with grief and remorse. I had no idea what was going on. I ran out with her only to see Bonnie, broken and bleeding, kicking her leg futilely a few times. Then she was still. Gone.

Susan’s anguish was almost beyond belief. I tried to console her, without success. Our neighbor Tom had heard the commotion and came over to see if he could help. No one could have.

I was grim and Susan was still crying while I dug the grave in our yard. Susan begged me to dig it deep so Bonnie wouldn’t be disturbed. It was hot, hard work and I had to rest several times. But the hole got deeper and deeper and finally Susan said, “That’s enough”.

To my surprise I sobbed as I covered Bonnie. It was the saddest I’ve been since my father died, a long time ago.

I knew that Bonnie was annoying, a pain in the neck. I knew that Susan loved her unconditionally. But I didn’t know, until that moment, that I loved her too.

Goodbye, Bonnie. We miss you.

 

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

 

 

Indian River and Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report

The Orlando Area Fishing Report from Spotted Tail 4.21.12

Cheryl, the official sister of Spotted Tail, was visiting from New Hampshire until Thursday of the week just past. While it was great seeing her, she cut into my fishing time.

On Monday she and I floated the Econ (read the blog post here). The redbellies are bedding. Although I didn’t hit it hard I had a ball catching them, using a three weight and a foam spider.

Got a late start Thursday, wanted to scout the Indian River. Went to the dredge hole on the northeast side of NASA Causeway and worked the flat to Morse Creek. Saw some nice trout and a few redfish, but not nearly enough to make me want to go back.

Friday’s scouting was out of River Breeze. Searched shorelines for nearly four hours. Got two reds and two trout on a jerk worm, all slot fish. Did not find any concentrations of fish, strictly one here, one way over there. Saw some slot reds and some serious trout. My best fish was a 25 inch red, although I was more concerned with finding some than catching them.

seatrout on jerkbait

Back to business next week.

And that is this week’s Indian River and Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report.

Life is great and I love my work!

Life is short. Go Fishing!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2012. All rights are reserved.

 

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