https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/ Wed, 06 May 2026 01:46:57 +0000 MyBB https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=55 Tue, 19 Jan 2021 14:10:00 +0000 schwei]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=55 Before moving forward with this story, I should point out that up north, to spice something up they quickly pass the pepper shaker over a pot of something. Sometimes, they may actually turn the shaker over. Back to the story . . . . .
Kyle, never one to back away from food, quickly reached out and snagged a wing. He took a tentative bite (he wasn't stupid) and then all of a sudden DEVOURED that wing. A machine couldn't have done it faster. He came back for more. I've seen the boy eat and decided if I wanted any, I'd better get in there. Between the two of us, we cleaned it up in minutes. We repeatedly asked Davy if he wanted any. Maybe it was the wings talking, but I swear every time we asked him (or I looked over) his face had taken on a more crestfallen look than it had before. He forgot the primary rule. A lot of us southerners eat spicy food often. To add insult to injury, I remember him asking Kyle if he thought it was spicy and Kyle responding, in between gulps, "No. It's not."]]> Before moving forward with this story, I should point out that up north, to spice something up they quickly pass the pepper shaker over a pot of something. Sometimes, they may actually turn the shaker over. Back to the story . . . . .
Kyle, never one to back away from food, quickly reached out and snagged a wing. He took a tentative bite (he wasn't stupid) and then all of a sudden DEVOURED that wing. A machine couldn't have done it faster. He came back for more. I've seen the boy eat and decided if I wanted any, I'd better get in there. Between the two of us, we cleaned it up in minutes. We repeatedly asked Davy if he wanted any. Maybe it was the wings talking, but I swear every time we asked him (or I looked over) his face had taken on a more crestfallen look than it had before. He forgot the primary rule. A lot of us southerners eat spicy food often. To add insult to injury, I remember him asking Kyle if he thought it was spicy and Kyle responding, in between gulps, "No. It's not."]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=51 Sun, 17 Jan 2021 21:17:50 +0000 schwei]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=51 https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=30 Sun, 17 Jan 2021 14:26:36 +0000 schwei]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=30
One summer we (Diana and I) went up north for a visit. A group of guys got together and went out to shoot some shotguns. I believe there was Dave, David, Andy, Tucker, Elmer, Paul and I present. (I apologize if I've missed anyone. If so, please respond with a post.) Not only did we have some fun with a shotgun but Andy brought a little motorcycle that he bought for Tucker (I think). A lot of people took turns and it came around to me. This bike couldn't have been more than 18-20" off the ground and was much shorter when you were on it than it appeared. I managed to get my (less than limber) 6' plus body on it and start moving. Through the brush, over a trail, down a dirt driveway, it was a blast! I figured my turn had come to an end when it hit me: I was so balled up I was unable to get my feet off the pegs. So, I did the next most graceful thing. I rode into some taller grass, hit the brakes, came to a complete stop and just fell over. Shades of Benny Hill! (For you youngers, Google Benny Hill and tricycle.)]]>
One summer we (Diana and I) went up north for a visit. A group of guys got together and went out to shoot some shotguns. I believe there was Dave, David, Andy, Tucker, Elmer, Paul and I present. (I apologize if I've missed anyone. If so, please respond with a post.) Not only did we have some fun with a shotgun but Andy brought a little motorcycle that he bought for Tucker (I think). A lot of people took turns and it came around to me. This bike couldn't have been more than 18-20" off the ground and was much shorter when you were on it than it appeared. I managed to get my (less than limber) 6' plus body on it and start moving. Through the brush, over a trail, down a dirt driveway, it was a blast! I figured my turn had come to an end when it hit me: I was so balled up I was unable to get my feet off the pegs. So, I did the next most graceful thing. I rode into some taller grass, hit the brakes, came to a complete stop and just fell over. Shades of Benny Hill! (For you youngers, Google Benny Hill and tricycle.)]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=21 Thu, 14 Jan 2021 16:29:48 +0000 schwei]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=21 A while ago Many years ago A few years back we had quite a bit of the Hanson family at the Hanson Family Shores (The cabin on Dewey Lake). At the time, there existed an aluminum boat. It had a closed bow and three wooden plank seats (or was it two?). Funny, I can't remember how many seats but I recall that it had the name 'Cadillac' on it. It was used heavily for fishing and if everyone in the boat coordinate their movements, it could accommodate 3 people. This particular summer day, someone suggested that we go fishing and EVERYONE wanted to go. The group attempted to get paired down and the best anyone could come up with was seven. I remember someone, (can't remember who), volunteered to remain back. I also remember, (again can't remember who), suggesting that we could all make it, no problem. So after some careful planning (sarc) seven of us with our gear managed to get into the boat and start motoring off. If memory serves, Paul, Kyle, Big Dave, Little Dave, Andy, Denny, and I were the passengers of the SS Minnow. I envisioned images of the Keystone Cops with about 12 guys hanging on to a car, arms flailing, and general disorganization. While the boat did float, it's speed was noticeably slower than normal. We fished our way around some of the lake and got into a little bay at the far end. All I can remember at this point is hearing the sound of a base drum, turning to see what undoubtedly was two people (brother-in-laws) falling back to back and thinking that the angle of the boat's bow was unusual. Turning to look back again, I saw water starting to stream over the side in the rear corner. Seconds later, we are all swimming. Paul, who was probably 12 at the time, said, "What should I do with these?" and holds a tackle box up in each hand. I suggested he not let go. I believe the kids had on life jackets so that was not a concern. The kids went to the shore which was about 10 yards away while the adults tried moving the boat to shore. We tried swimming with it for a bit of time, seemingly making no progress. I do remember watching bubbles stream from the motor and a bunch of gurgling noises. About this time, Davy shows up in his boat and was standing on his foredeck, towering over us watching us work. I don't recall an offer of help, just a smile. A little later he suggests that we would probably do a better job if we got the anchor off the bottom and put it in the boat. AArrgghh!! Once we got the anchor, moving the boat to shore WAS significantly easier. Once at the shore, we raised the boat onto a dock in an effort to tip it over and drain the water from it. As we're doing this, what I assume is the owner comes over to us. Apparently, they were in their yard watching the show. We apologized for using his dock. I'll always remember what he said. "Don't worry. It happens all the time." 
After draining the boat was the big fear of how messed up the engine was. Three pulls later, some of us are motoring back to the dock in the 'Minnow'. The good thing, the boat was much cleaner!
I'm sure my recollection differs from some of yours. I would love to hear how.]]> A while ago Many years ago A few years back we had quite a bit of the Hanson family at the Hanson Family Shores (The cabin on Dewey Lake). At the time, there existed an aluminum boat. It had a closed bow and three wooden plank seats (or was it two?). Funny, I can't remember how many seats but I recall that it had the name 'Cadillac' on it. It was used heavily for fishing and if everyone in the boat coordinate their movements, it could accommodate 3 people. This particular summer day, someone suggested that we go fishing and EVERYONE wanted to go. The group attempted to get paired down and the best anyone could come up with was seven. I remember someone, (can't remember who), volunteered to remain back. I also remember, (again can't remember who), suggesting that we could all make it, no problem. So after some careful planning (sarc) seven of us with our gear managed to get into the boat and start motoring off. If memory serves, Paul, Kyle, Big Dave, Little Dave, Andy, Denny, and I were the passengers of the SS Minnow. I envisioned images of the Keystone Cops with about 12 guys hanging on to a car, arms flailing, and general disorganization. While the boat did float, it's speed was noticeably slower than normal. We fished our way around some of the lake and got into a little bay at the far end. All I can remember at this point is hearing the sound of a base drum, turning to see what undoubtedly was two people (brother-in-laws) falling back to back and thinking that the angle of the boat's bow was unusual. Turning to look back again, I saw water starting to stream over the side in the rear corner. Seconds later, we are all swimming. Paul, who was probably 12 at the time, said, "What should I do with these?" and holds a tackle box up in each hand. I suggested he not let go. I believe the kids had on life jackets so that was not a concern. The kids went to the shore which was about 10 yards away while the adults tried moving the boat to shore. We tried swimming with it for a bit of time, seemingly making no progress. I do remember watching bubbles stream from the motor and a bunch of gurgling noises. About this time, Davy shows up in his boat and was standing on his foredeck, towering over us watching us work. I don't recall an offer of help, just a smile. A little later he suggests that we would probably do a better job if we got the anchor off the bottom and put it in the boat. AArrgghh!! Once we got the anchor, moving the boat to shore WAS significantly easier. Once at the shore, we raised the boat onto a dock in an effort to tip it over and drain the water from it. As we're doing this, what I assume is the owner comes over to us. Apparently, they were in their yard watching the show. We apologized for using his dock. I'll always remember what he said. "Don't worry. It happens all the time." 
After draining the boat was the big fear of how messed up the engine was. Three pulls later, some of us are motoring back to the dock in the 'Minnow'. The good thing, the boat was much cleaner!
I'm sure my recollection differs from some of yours. I would love to hear how.]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=18 Wed, 13 Jan 2021 18:12:33 +0000 D/Ray]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=18 https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=13 Wed, 13 Jan 2021 13:26:42 +0000 schwei]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=13 https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=5 Tue, 12 Jan 2021 16:41:55 +0000 schwei]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=5
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  MachineGunElmerReWrite.pdf (Size: 200.98 KB / Downloads: 15) ]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=2 Tue, 12 Jan 2021 15:26:07 +0000 schwei]]> https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=2 When I first started dating Diana, I remember going to her home in northern Minnesota for the first time. On two different occasions, while we were praying before a meal, her dad asked 1) "What's your name again?" and 2) called me Bob during a prayer. Bob was her old boyfriend. Boy, did I feel special!]]> When I first started dating Diana, I remember going to her home in northern Minnesota for the first time. On two different occasions, while we were praying before a meal, her dad asked 1) "What's your name again?" and 2) called me Bob during a prayer. Bob was her old boyfriend. Boy, did I feel special!]]>