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Sat
26
Nov

Hook and Bullet Club

I’m sure prayers are said in deer stands. Some may even involve something other than asking for a big buck to walk by.
On Sunday, the last day of the firearms deer season, I said a prayer. “Send a buck Evan’s way Lord.”
Now that’s not the first time I’ve said that prayer and to be honest I struggled with adding in “or Jake’s” since both are due to shoot a buck.
But this would be Evan’s first buck and he’s waited longer. Sorry, Jake.
Settled in a noisy stand on the quietest of days, I didn’t have to worry about shooting a buck myself. Every time I moved a muscle the stand sounded like it was going to fall apart and slide down the tree at any second.
But I prayed and waited. Two hours later the sound of Evan’s rifle barking broke the silence and caused me to jump up in the stand.
Rifle in one hand, cell phone in the other I waited to find out what he shot. There was no second shot, always a good sign.

Sat
12
Nov

From the miscellaneous drawer - Remember Jesse?

News outlets wonder where the predictions went wrong, was a headline in the NY Times. The American Press Institute questioned how news organizations missed voter sentiment.
Ah, they must have forgotten the role daily newspapers and television played in the election of James George Janos, better known by Jesse Ventura. The coverage of this phenomena was far beyond space and time given to gubernatorial candidates Norman Coleman (Republican) and favored son “Skip” Humphrey (Democrat). Many folks howled when Jesse became Minnesota’s 38th Governor.
Trump’s campaign was a blown-up version of Ventura’s. Research the web and you’ll find a photo of them together.
But who pays attention? Researchers for advanced university degrees? Nobody, it appears notices that the impossible changed not only political history, but also enticed youth and other voters.

Tue
08
Nov

Buck, buck, buck, is what a chicken clucks like

Buck, buck, buck, is what a chicken clucks like

Sun
30
Oct

Native son: In costume - For real

by Charles D. Novak
It was 1957 and I was on the Greyhound Bus headed for Minneapolis. I was going to see my first opera. For years I had been overwhelmed by the singing of the Slovenian Choir and the High Mass Choir at St Anthony’s Catholic Church. I found it amazing a human being could produce such beautiful sounds. The chorus director at school suggested I should see an opera. I took his advice and started with the best.
I was on my way to see the Metropolitan Opera which came on tour to Northrop Auditorium every spring. My first opera was going to be the four hour long Der Rosenkavalier. The curtain went up and there was the Mighty Met in all its singing glory! On my way home the melodies kept swirling around in my head. I was hooked!

Sat
22
Oct

From the miscellaneous drawer - Fall cleaning

Fall cleaning
When we moved the Ely Echo business operation from 2 East Sheridan Street to 15 East Chapman Street in 2005 we went from a nine room, two-story space plus basement to a one level five room compact unit.
Since we’ve been here, the 14 four-drawer filing cabinets have held documents dating back to 1972 when the Echo began.
Installing some new printing equipment recently meant consolidating once again materials we deem important to the newspaper and to our customers.
But it’s easy to get distracted... and my desk has become a repository for items once thought lost.
Other items, such as our vast collection of photo proof sheets in notebooks are now organized by date on a back room shelf. If only that remained as easy as technology changed and we moved from black and white negatives developed in our own lab to color prints and now digital color.

Mon
17
Oct

Native son: STAR STRUCK - Remembering Joan Davis

by Charles Novak -

Sat
08
Oct

Hook and Bullet Club - Wheeling in Aitkin

by Nick Wognum -

Wed
05
Oct

From the miscellaneous drawer - Shifting gears

We’re shifting gears in Ely.
Lake cabins are being closed up, yards are being checked for last minute clean up and warm jackets are being found after having been stowed away.
We’re hunkering down for winter.
If you’re new to town, this is a good time to join up and join in with any of the 100 or so clubs and organizations around the area. There’s at least one group and probably more which should fit anyone’s interests.
Like the outdoors? There are clubs with the focus on cross country skiing, snowmobiling and three-wheeling on ATVs. They meet throughout the year, work on trails and share a lot of camaraderie.
Some groups and others stay on the quieter side sewing quilts and other projects. All hands are welcome.
There are Scouts - Boys and Girls - for restless kids.
Church groups and activities for those interested are available and new faces are always welcome.

Sun
25
Sep

From the miscellaneous drawer - Despite the times

The part of my job that is most enjoyable is keeping track of subscriptions for subscribers. While names don’t pop into my head as quickly to match with faces that stop by the office, faces remain familiar generally.
And sometimes, too, bits of information, mostly from the past: where someone worked or lived, and other trivia like family connections emerge.
After all, the 40+ years living here has created a treasure trove of memories.
In my spare time, before a different treasure trove is totally lost, I’m trying to link up my mother’s family past with that of her family history from the 1800s.
That is a lot easier than trying to link up my dad’s family past. For one thing, I don’t read nor understand Norwegian.
Why is any of this important to me? It gives me a sense of stability in what appears to be an unstable world.

Sun
18
Sep

Hook and Bullet Club - Trail cameras

Trail cameras were the order of the day last Saturday for me and Millie, Megan’s golden retriever puppy.
We got out to the shack and spent the day in the woods. The temperature was just about right with just a touch of fall in the air.
In the back of the wheeler went our necessities for the day. A chainsaw, gas, oil, salt/mineral blocks, a pack with extra batteries and SD cards and an extra jacket.
Millie rode either on my lap or at my feet. She likes the wheeler but the chainsaw is another story. When I fired up the Stihl the first time she ran back to the wheeler and sat up on the seat. That was fine with me, one less thing to worry about it.
In May I had put a trail camera on a sapling on the edge of a beaver pond. I aimed the camera at the dam and hoped I would get to see what crossed from one side to the other.

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