Saturday, July 4, 2020

Well, I Am Doing Something

I do believe that we are going to get a chance to try out our new and currently never used travel trailer on the 17th. I made reservations at Hope Valley Campground back in February as it is one of our "must do" camping places each year.

I needed to get out of the house. One can only handle "house arrest" for so long and just going to the grocery store doesn't do it. As soon as my wife left for work, I hopped into the truck and headed upcountry. I checked the DFW fish stocking website and because it's the 4th of July weekend, they stocked everywhere. Yeh, I did take my fishing rods.

My main reason for the trip was, 1, to make sure I could put our trailer in the spot reserved at Hope Valley Campground. 2, make sure the campground was even open, which it was. I had to reserve a spot I had not parked in before because EVERYBODY is suddenly camping. A way of social distancing and sheltering at home. Your trailer is as good as your home for sheltering. Not sure about the tent campers though. 3, see if fires were going to be allowed in the fire rings. They are.

As I pulled out of the campground I saw a fly fisherman tempting the trout on the West Fork of the Carson River which is right across the street from the campground. Now I've tried fishing for those trout. You can offer them the most luscious fly, fattest worm, or any flavor of Power Bait and they spit in your face. Over the years I've come to the conclusion that if they are holding in that certain spot at the end of the big pool, you need not waste your time.

I headed up the road toward Upper and Lower Blue Lakes. I wanted to make sure everything was set for the upcoming weekend. Wanted to make sure we could get the kayaks in at Upper Blue and since they stocked this past week, I hope, fishing might be good.

First thing I noticed is that ALL the PG&E campgrounds (maybe about 100 spaces) were closed. That isn't going to make a lot of people happy. I was pleased that they graded the road all the way so you didn't need 4 wheel drive or end up shaking your teeth out of your head.     

 Got to my usual parking spot and took my rods, chair, one tacklebox, and my net and started down to the spot I usually fish. It was slow going with the hip, back, and leg problems and I wasn't going to make more than one trip down and one trip up so I packed as much as I could carry in one hand and used my cane in the other for a "third" leg.

Set up and put two rods out with rainbow Power Bait (what else). Waited. Waited some more. Took some pictures.

Across to the right. Still a little snow

The dam and kayak launching area. 

The far end of the lake
I've learned over the years that Power Bait loses it's potency after a while. When you have a couple of jars open and you're old like me, you forget (remember it's been a while since I Power Bait fished) which one is the oldest. After an hour, I reeled in my lines and put on PB from the other jar. Apparently that one had lost it's potency too because nothing.

So I bit the bullet and opened a new jar. I buy them by the six pack. Wasn't 15 minutes and one rod started bobbing. Very light nibble and by the time I was ready to set the hook, he was long gone. Being the experienced Power Bait fisherman (stop laughing) I am, I think it probably bit and the water being really cold, probably cracked the bait and off he went.

So even though I didn't bring one to hand, I did get a bite, but time was a factor so I packed up and made the exhausting walk up the hill. As you can see in the picture above, that is the hardest shore for me to walk on even with a cane.

But I'll be back on the 17th on my kayak and with fishing rods in hand. I'll also have pictures of the "still to be used" new trailer and the camping area.

One part of the trip I forgot to mention. Coming back down the hill, I passed about 30 RV's going up. I do hope they find a place because it looked like everything was full. Even the "dry" camping spots along Blue Lakes Rd were already full. It seemed like every nook and cranny one could put a RV into, there was one already there.

Stay tuned.   

Tuesday, June 9, 2020

I'm Back Somewhat

I was going fishing this morning come hell or high water. Back on May 15th I thought I'd be able to get up to Cat Creek the following week. Took me until today to do it. This Covid-19 is screwing everything up.

My wife went back to work yesterday so I figured it was time to get off my butt and go fishing.

Left at 8:15 and stopped by Java Drive for a cup of coffee and their machine was broke. Was this an omen? Zipped in to Safeway and filled up the truck and headed for the hills.

Got to Cat Creek and put my 3wt together. Stocked my vest with dry flies and walked all 25 feet down to the pool below the bridge. 

3 wt

Pool below the bridge on Cat Creek
First cast, hit, miss. Second cast, hit, miss. Boy am I out of shape. Took me about 6 hits until I finally brought one to hand.
First fish 
 Then I caught the second one.
Didn't get a picture of the second one so I used the first one again. 
 Then I got the third one.
Still the first fish
For some reason I had trouble holding on to the rod, the fish, and getting the camera (on my phone) out for a picture. Seems they weren't hooked very well and flopped back in the pond before I could get the shot.

After maybe another half dozen misses, I packed up and headed for the Cosumnes River at the bridge. Figured I'd fish the pools below the bridge before heading upstream. 

The Pool below the bridge
 Got a couple misses in that pool and made my way to the pool below the pool below the bridge.

To the right


To the left.
 Got a lot of misses, but managed to bring a few to hand.

Snap and back in the pool.
I had forgotten that the fish in these pools have a clock. As usual at exactly 11:00 the bite stopped. I was using an Orange Stimulator, Green Sloan's Paralyzer, and a yellow Parachute something.

Since I wasn't getting any interest in the lower pool I made my way back up toward the truck. Stopped and took a picture of the falls under the bridge and into the pool below.

Pool under the bridge
Since I still had the yellow Parachute Something on my rod, I did one last cast in this pool and sure enough, I missed the hit. That was it for the day. I was too worn out to attempt upstream. Maybe another day.

As best as I can remember (it's hell getting old) I brought a half dozen to hand and probably missed a couple dozen. Just not fast enough.

Didn't have to worry about social distancing, there wasn't anyone up there but me.

Stay safe friends.

I hate to be a doomsayer, but I think the worst is yet to come with this Covid-19.

Saturday, June 6, 2020

D-Day The 6th Of June

Just some thoughts about today.

Since I started this genealogy search, as you know if you've been following this blog, I've found some interesting things about my extended family.

One of my ancestors was August Valentine Kautz. Civil War General and whom Kautz Glacier on Mount Rainier in Washington State is named for. Has nothing to do with D-Day, but I thought I'd just throw that one in.

It was my firm belief that my dad was on a troop transport during the D-Day invasion at the beaches of Normandy, France. When I first started digging, all I knew was my dad was on a ship called the 
USS William P Biddle. 

Attack Transport APA-8 William P Biddle
APA-8 William P Biddle
 At first I dug and dug and dug around and could find nothing. Finally I found a group from the crew of the ship and in contact with them, notified them of my father's passing so they could update their records. They send me a little "book" with the crew and a short history of the ship. 

One of my concerns was, if my father was at the Normandy invasion and being of German decent, that it was a very odd occurrence. The German's didn't fight the German's any more than Japanese descendants fought the Japanese during the war. 

Then we got the introduction of Wikipedia. What I found out is that he was never at Normandy. Spent a lot of time all over the world, but mostly in the South Pacific. OK, enough about my father.  

I've come across many articles recently about this Coronavirus (Covid-19 there is a difference) and how so many of the survivors of D-Day are not going to be there to remember because of it. The number dwindles every year. 

We watch movies like the Longest Day and Saving Private Ryan and as gory as Saving Private Ryan was during the beach scenes I can not imagine what it was like being there. It's no wonder those that survived never talked about it. 

I managed to get a couple things out of my dad about the South Pacific Landings (he was at places like Tarawa, Guadalcanal, and Leyte and Luzon in the Phillippines) and what he said I'd rather not repeat. 

Such as it was at Normandy I'm sure. 

Let us not forgot those that gave their lives for this country. 

We could have been under the Third Reich although I'm not sure we're not. 

One last item, Novel Coronavirus is a new virus previously unknown. There are 7 viruses that can infect people. The four common ones are 229E, NL63, OC43, & HKU1. The 3 less common ones are Mers-coV, Sars-coV, and Sars-coV2 or as we know it, Covid-19. A whole bunch of nasty bugs. 

Stay safe my friends. 

Friday, June 5, 2020

Yakking On Camanche

Yuki and I planned to launch our kayaks this morning at North Shore Lake Camanche.

Northern California has been in a heat wave for the last 3 days. 3 days of 100+ are needed to be a "heatwave".
Delmarva's Second Heat Wave of Summer Ends - 47abc
Yesterday at my house, it was exactly 100 degrees and that was at 5:00 pm. Lake Camanche is down hill from here and closer in temperature to Stockton which is due to be (according to the weather guessers) just below 90 and windy.

Windy ocean Square Greeting Card for Sale by Guido Montanes Castillo

The temperature was supposed to drop to the low 80's today and as usual the weather guessers were wrong.

Now they are estimating the weather to be just below 90. OK, so you young pups wonder "What's wrong with yakking in the high 80's". Just keep in mind that Yuki and I are NOT young pups. High 80's would tend to fry us old guys no matter what we do or what we wear.

Rough Water skills on your Sea Kayak - ride it baby!!! (With ...
Who the hell can fish in water like this?
My wife calls me Mr. Exaggeration, but you get the point. 

Oh sure, we could have gone out for an hour or so, but what's the point. Yuki wants to chase Crappie and I want to chase anything metallic on the bottom. Oh s**t, I wasn't supposed to mention that. That's for later, much later.

OK, I could drown some worms and chase Crappie or anything that bites them.

So we postponed until another day when it's a bit cooler.

But know, I'm alive and virus free as is my family. Hope you is also.

So stay safe and stay tuned.

Sunday, May 17, 2020

The Rig

On the last post comments, Bill Trussell asked if I would show the rig I use at the lake. It's been successful in most all lakes I've fished and could even work in the ocean. So here goes.

I have a picture of the slip sinker rig I use somewhere on my computer. Unfortunately I have about 10,000 pictures, most separated by lake or camping place or what ever, but that one, and I know it's here someplace, does not want to be found today.

So let me describe it. 

All my rods have 4# rest line on them. I particularly like Trilene XT in the blue color. I don't fish with a "bite bobber" like many do. I watch the line and it seems that the blue is easier to see off the end of the rod.

That said, I slip a egg sinker on the line and tie off a #7 brass swivel. You can use 1/4 oz., 3/8 oz., 1/2 oz., depending on the wind conditions and up to 6 pounds if you're fishing in a hurricane although I don't recommend this type of fishing.

From the other end of the swivel I add leader depending on the depth you're fishing and how far you want your bait off the bottom. I use a leader anywhere from 12" to 36". On the end of the leader I use a #18 treble hook. With this small hook, I have little if any trouble keeping Power Bait on.

If you're fishing Power Eggs, I use the same rig, just change the #18 treble for a #6 bait hook. On a #6 bait hook you can use 1, 2, or 3 eggs or a combination of eggs and mice tails. Sometimes I'll put on a mice tail and follow it with a couple different colored eggs or the same color eggs as the mice tail. It's just a matter of what the trout want that particular day.

Image result for slip sinker rig for trout

I copied this off the internet. If you use a #7 swivel, you don't need the plastic bead.

Lastly (is that a word?) my secret is using 4# Fluorocarbon line for the leader. The thing is, the fish can't see it and if you cover the small treble hook completely all they see is the ball of Power Bait. You only need a ball the size of a pea. More is not better.

That's it, stay tuned. 

Friday, May 15, 2020

Nobody But Me

A week or so ago they opened Lake Camanche. Word I had from Yuki (He's on top of these things) is that North Shore was open to Amador County Residents and South Shore to Calaveras County Residents. OK, works for me.

So last Monday (5/11) I hopped into my truck with the intention of finding a spot to try our maiden voyage in the new (and never used yet) camping trailer. Got all the way out there and as I crossed Camanche Parkway North, the main road into North Shore, there was a big sign that said "NO CAMPING". Well poop. Once again camping hopes smashed into smithereens.

I stopped at check-in and chatted with the guy there and found out day use and fishing was open as long as you followed the "social distancing" rules. I can do that.   

Yesterday I drove out, paid my fishing fee, (he never checked my ID) and drove out to the peninsula where I usually fish. The closer I got the more I realized there wouldn't be any problem with "social distancing". There wasn't anyone out there at all.

I set two rods out with rainbow Power Bait and proceeded to read a book. I wasn't expecting any bites anyway.
Rods out in the usual manner
Cloudy, overcast, and about 55 degrees. Perfect for hanging out at the lake.

I usually use two towels when fishing. One wet and one dry. When I dunked the one in the lake to get it wet, I noticed the lake was quite warm. It's been in the 80's and close to 90 for the last couple weeks. This told me two things. One, the fish are deep and two, deep is way out. So instead of fishing one rod close and one out a ways, I put both out as far as I could with a 1/2 oz. sinker.

I can get pretty close to 200 feet off shore with a good cast.

Book, coffee from Java Drive, and I was set. This was about 9:30.

Right at 10:30 the rod on the left dipped as in "bite". I had my nose in the book and almost missed it. I picked up the rod and waited to see if it continued to bite. When nothing else happened I slowly reeled in and one of two things happened. Either he got the Power Bait or a fish just bumped the line like has happened so many times out there. Either way there wasn't any fish on the line.

No one across the peninsula

No one out to the point

No one to the left
Just me. "Social Distancing" to the max.

Based on how warm the water was at the shore, I think we're done trout fishing downcounty for this year.

Maybe next week I'll give Cat Creek another try

Stay tuned.

Thursday, May 7, 2020

I Escaped House Arrest

Essentially we've been stuck in the house (except grocery shopping) since mid-April just like most of you have.

Today I made a break for it.

I know this will be hard for you guys to understand, but I didn't take a fishing rod with me. I was headed upcountry to see what the chances of accessing lakes and streams was. More just to get out of the house.

I detoured over by Java Drive for a cup of coffee to start the day. I wasn't sure anything was open up the hill. As it turned out, both Cooks Station and Hams Station were closed.

My first target was Bear River Reservoir. I know that the resort itself is closed, but wanted to see what the access to the lake was. When I got to the gate and it was locked I knew I wouldn't be able to get to the lake. I've gone from the gate to the lake in the past and damned near killed myself. I know I couldn't do it now. Scratch off Bear River for now.

Locked up tight
So then I decided I'd take a drive down to Cat Creek for a couple reasons that I'll explain as I go. The first thing I noticed was a good amount of snow was still on the ground.

One of many just like this

This section of the road is about 6000 ft in elevation. I only had one place where I had to drive over the snow to continue the rest were just snow on the side. 

About half way down the road I ran into loggers. A couple big machines, a couple pickup trucks, and a pile of logs ready for loading was enough to jam up the road for a short period of time, but they were kind enough to let this Geezer by. Sure made a mess of the road for a couple miles though. 

Finally, bypassing Middle Fork Cosumnes Campground and the creek I usually fish, I continued on to Cat Creek itself. When I got there, I was sorry I didn't bring my 3wt fly rod. Wouldn't you be sorry?  

Cat Creek
I swallowed my pride and headed back to the campground. 

The Cosumnes, on the other hand was not something to fish quite yet. It was running a little fast. To expound on not bringing my fishing rod was so I wasn't tempted (and I tempt easy) to hike upstream on the creek should it have been fishable. You can see from the photo below that the pool below the bridge was not fishable. The pool below that pool might have been OK, but not terrain I felt I couldn't negotiate. Maybe in a couple weeks.     

From the bridge
On the way out I ran into a young couple I'd been playing dodge car with up and down the road. I'd pass them, then I would pull over and they would pass me etc. They said there was a tree (dropped by the loggers) across the road and they couldn't get out. They wanted to know if there was another way out. The only way I knew was back to North-South Road (about 10 miles) and then out via PIPI Valley (another 10 miles or so), but apparently they tried that and said it was blocked by downed trees too. Downed trees are a fact of life in the mountains in Spring, but a boon for people looking for wood for their fireplace. I've done that for years until I got a gas fireplace.

I told them "Come on, they won't block the road for long. We can sit and wait it out". As we got to the loggers, they were just pulling the last pickup off the road and it was clear sailing. I motioned them to stop and said "Ya just got to know the right people" and said bye to them and off they went.

I drove into the campground which was open even though Google Maps says it's closed, to see if we could put our "New and never used yet" trailer in there. Get out of the house, try out the new trailer, you know, but there isn't a space big enough to fit a 26 foot trailer. Looked like maybe 20 max and that would be a tight fit. So we'll scratch that one off our list. 

Dogwood in bloom
On the way out I stopped for a picture of the Dogwood in bloom. They say that it always snows one more time after the Dogwoods are in bloom. Maybe not this year. 

I had to stop ar Munnerlyn's Ice Cream for a pint of Lemon Custard for the wife, a pint of Raspberry Truffle and a single scoop on a sugar cone for me. Definitely a "necessary" business.   

I was out, I'm back "sheltering in place", and I might just have to go back up there with my fly rod in a week or so. 

Stay tuned. 

Friday, April 17, 2020

Trout Season Opener Delayed

As I mentioned in the last post, opening day (April 25th) might not happen.

Well, it isn't going to happen, BUT it's only being delayed for about a month until May 31st. (for now). It also only applies to certain areas because those counties just don't have the ability to address Coronavirus that crowding causes in places like the Spring ritual of opening Crowley Lake in the Eastern Sierra. They are holding off opening other lakes and streams in that area too.

That said, I urge you to check the DFW website before you head out for a day of trout fishing. Make sure where you're going is open. Actually, anytime you head out it's a good idea to check whether now or in the future.

We are still "sheltering in place" until, at least, May 1.

Wear gloves.
Wear masks.
Wash your hands OFTEN.
Keep to your Social Distancing space (6 ft).   

I hate to say it, but we are in a new world and I think this (or something close) is going to be the new norm.

I had a morbid thought this morning. My wife and I were talking about what's going on with the Coronavirus. What would it be like if we didn't have the "instant media" we have now. Back in 1918 the Spanish Flu (H1N1) killed 50 million people worldwide. Had not the states "slammed the door" as they did, we could have been in the same position. Here in California, Governor Gavin Newsom put the state on lock down on March 20th. Because of that, we've been in better shape than many of the other 49.

I just want to say, Thank You Governor Newsom for keeping us as safe as possible. 

Be safe my friends all around the globe.

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

An Update

There are rumors going around that opening day of trout season (April 25th) is not going to happen. Apparently the DFW are putting their heads together via video conference and deciding what to do. I'll just have to wait and see.

By the time this Covid-19 has passed for this year, the trout fishing downcountry will be gone and the upcountry trout fishing will probably still be closed. My fishing rods that live in the garage (not my fly rods) are starting to get cobweb's on them as are my tackle boxes.

The family is doing fine. Everybody is adhering to the "house arrest" dictum by Governor Newsom with the exception of my son who goes to work every once in a while to dust off his desk. By going to work, I mean going to his office in Rancho Cordova. He's on 24/7/365 the rest of the time via phone/text/video conference whatever.

As promised to Alex at a site called Your Bass Guy a shout out is in order. If you're a Bass kind of guy, you might want to drop in and say Hi. He has a lot of information for Bass fisherpersons like gear, where, how, etc. I offered him my knowledge of trout fishing if he was willing to come to the "dark side". So take a look. 

Went to Lowe's last, what ever day that was (kind of confusing having my wife home. When she works I don't have trouble keeping track of the days. With her home [temporarily until the casino reopens] I have to use my brain to figure out what day it is or what day it was) and bought a 1800psi pressure washer. I've been working every other day removing all the crud on the back walkway and the moss on retaining blocks. I work one day and rest the next. Today I have two more sections and then I'm done. Next is the garden. I mixed in a couple bags of cow shit the other day and am waiting for some of the smell to go away before planting.

One would think this is the perfect time to work on the Genealogy, but I'm somewhat burned out for now. Besides who want to be in the house when it's 70 degrees with sunshine and blue skies outside.

That's it for now.

Stay tuned for more exciting "house arrest" adventures.

Friday, April 3, 2020


Have you ever noticed that when you put labels on a post, Blogger automatically puts them in alphabetical order. Only took me 10 years to notice.

That is the sound of me bouncing off the walls. We've been cooped up for 16 days (with the exception of going to the grocery store) and we have at least 27 more to go according to our Governor.

But, so far only 2 cases in Amador County and one took off as soon as he or she found out they were positive. Way to go moron. Let's spread it around some more. We have approximately 5000 people in our county, but are spread out all over the place. Hopefully that will help contain it.

Other than the complaint above, I have two more. You all know about the hip problem and it's a strain to just to put on socks. Ergo (I love that word. For those who don't know it, it is Latin for therefore) I have someone that trims my toenails. No not my wife. Unfortunately that shop is considered "non-essential" and has been shut down. Yesterday I had to trim my own toenails. Probably not something you'd care to hear about, but a massive strain on this old body.

The second complaint is my barber is also considered non-essential. Ergo, I had to mow my own head. Not an easy job if you don't have eyes in the back of your head, which I don't. Kinda figured I should throw that in.

So all I can say is that this "house arrest" sucks.

OK, I got an email from another blog site and I said I would do a shout out for them. It's called . They do reviews on fishing rods, cameras, fishing line, and some other things. They have techniques, baits, and gear to use for some specific types of fish.

It's worth a look and a read. A lot of interesting information. So go check them out. 

"House arrest" (Shelter at home)  is definitely putting a crimp in my fishing, camping, and going in general. Even if you could find a place to fish, are you brave enough to risk getting this deadly virus? If all else fails, put a sinker on your rod and cast across your back yard. It's keep your arm muscles in shape could come to my house and pull weeds. Yes, ladies and gentlemen it is that time of the year again where the weed population is taking over the hill behind the house. If it wasn't going to rain for the next few days, I'd be out there with my Roundup sprayer. Maybe next week.

As it happens, being the bookworm I am, I just happen to be reading a book about aliens releasing a virus strain on the world to kill off all humans. Yeh think ????

I hope everybody is OK. This is only going to get worse before it gets better. Keep your head down and stay safe.

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Well, That Sucks

First let me say that all is well out here in Northern California, at least with our families.

Second, Governor Gavin Newsome has put a "shelter in place" order for the entire state. The order lasts (for now) for a "couple weeks".

So, with reservations on Friday and Saturday, we packed up the unused, new, Lance trailer for the maiden voyage. I had made reservations two months ago to do a "check it out" trip, close to home to find out what, if anything, isn't working in the trailer. Place needed full hookups per the recommendation of Trailer Life magazine. 

The new trailer
With a prior trip check on Wednesday to make sure they were open, we headed out to the Lake Camanche to the Trout Pond camping area. 

Trout Pond
Oh, before I go any further, the "shelter in place" order, what's the difference if you shelter at home or shelter in your home with wheels? I don't see any difference.

OK, a 45 minute drive and we pulled up to the check in at the South Shore (where the Trout Pond is) and as we drove up I noticed the red light/green light on the building was RED. I know enough about Camanche that this was not going to bode well.

As of 5am on Friday morning, Lake Camanche closed. No camping, no fishing, no nada. So why hadn't we been notified? Apparently the girl at the gate did not have either a phone number or an email address for us. We weren't very happy with this especially since SHE was the one who took my reservation.

So we did a y'all can turn around and headed back home to "shelter in place" there. I can see the shack nasties coming already.

Needless to say, my wife was pissed. You see, this was a two fold trip. One to test the trailer and the second to help with the sadness of losing our boy kitty Jasper on Monday.

He was only 12 years old, but developed kidney failure (common with cats). We gave him 100 ml of Ringers every day and were able to keep him with us for about a month or so. He finally got to the place where he couldn't walk, wouldn't eat, and his temperature was down to 93 degrees (99 is about normal for a cat) which (according to the vet) isn't life sustaining.

So, not only did the Corona Virus screw up our "check out" trip, but kept a black cloud over our house.

Don't know when I'll get to fish again since Camanche, Amador, and Pardee are all closed until further notice and upcountry doesn't open until the last Saturday in April. Then again, with the last storm and the one starting Monday, most places will be butt deep in snow until June or July. 

I hope you all are well.

Stay tuned.

Saturday, February 29, 2020

A little Genealogy Update Part 2

Let me start with the Quackenburg Church Register.

Back in the old days when a person is born, married, or dies a record is kept by the town mayor or some official in that town. Once a year or so the traveling church representative would come by and record all the information in the church register being it Lutheran, Baptist, or Catholic etc.

When my relatives moved from where ever they lived (haven't found that place yet, but I'm thinking Poland based on Great Uncle Herman speaking High German [a refined type of German] and Yiddish) to what is now Ukraine, the births of the 9 children of my Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother were recorded in the Lutheran Church Book in Volhynia. Had this not been done, we (my cousin Dan and I) would still be looking for the original 5 children mentioned in Great Aunt Adina's letter from 1990.

In looking at the GEDBAS database it also seems that Quackenburg was the Las Vegas of Poland. Seems most marriages took place there OR were just recorded there. At this point I don't even know if there was a ceremony or maybe they just jumped over a broom or something and were considered married until it was recorded in the church book.

Just this morning I found another European genealogy site. Maybe I'll find something there.

One of these days I'll find them.

Stay tuned.     

Friday, February 28, 2020

A little Genealogy Update Part 1

I don't know if you're interested in my past family, but I thought I'd throw this our here anyway.

If I've mentioned this before, just keep reading. It'll get better.

When I do a search for one specific relative, I check all the normal websites. Ancestry, MyHeritage, Family Search, etc. Back in mid-January I was looking for that specific person and couldn't find anything more than a date of birth. I have something like 25 different sites I can look at, but again when you find a person is from a particular country, that narrows down the places you can look.

So, on January 15th I was looking and decided to just do a Google search. One can not expect results from a search that returns a million and a half hits. I gave it my best shot and started through the first couple pages. As usual, nothing. Then I came across an actual hit. It was on a website called GEDBAS. Turned out it was a genealogy website that was translating the Quackenburg Church Register. OK, doesn't mean anything to you, right? More on that tomorrow.

Quackenburg is in Poland. Most of the Polish documentation was destroyed during WWI and WWII as well as the cemeteries. Burned documents. Plowed cemeteries. Headstones used for building material or just laid to waste like the Tarutino Cemetery in Bessarabia, Ukraine. I have several relatives buried there that I've been able to verify and I'm sure many that I can't, although it is being restored by an acquaintance from Canada.

Back to GEDBAS. As usual for any new site, I searched for the last name Kautz. Seven pages of Kautzes. Seven pages of information I've not been able to find anywhere else. Dates of birth and death, places of birth and death. In many cases children not listed on other sites. I've probably added an additional 400 or so people to the family tree.

A treasure trove of information. I've been in touch with the owner of the site and have thanked him many times for the hard work he's doing. 

Unfortunately the ghosts that are my Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother still evade me. I have hopes that maybe they will turn up as Kai continues to translate the documents.

More tomorrow in part 2.

Stay tuned.

Monday, February 24, 2020

Not Much

Met Yuki out at Camanche North Shore last Friday the 21st.

Didn't have any expectations and it's a good thing because we got SKUNKED. It wasn't just us, it was everybody out there.

I would suspect they planted sometime around the 13th or 14th (Presidents Holiday weekend) and the fish had a full week to disperse into the lake. 

That's OK though. Gave Yuki and I a chance to catch up since we hadn't fished together since OCTOBER. Holy Cat Chow Batman. Well, we're caught up now.

In some of the previous posts I've mentioned the old arthritis problem. Having visited the Orthopedic Surgeon in December, he wants to replace the hip this year. Going to have to wait until at least September after camping season. Reservations are already made for next month at Camanche South Shore at the Trout Pond (full hookups) to do a trial run in the new trailer. Make sure everything works and we have everything we need before heading out.

June will find us at Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks.

July will find us at Hope Valley (as usual) fishing, camping, and kayaking.

The end of August is our yearly trip to Upper Lake for four nights with the kids in the space next to us just like last year. Fishing, swimming, kayaking, and watching spectacular sunsets. In 2021 we have two trips planned to Upper Lake (already booked). One in June and one at the end of August.

Then we can think about hip replacement.

All that said, the picture below is the main reason I have so much trouble walking along the shore. Even if I didn't have the hip problem it is still difficult (as most who fish there know) to walk on the rocks. Some big, some small, but all loose.

That's all I have this time. 

Stay tuned

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

The Middle Isn't Always The Best Place

Tuesday morning (that would be yesterday) found me at Lake Camanche North Shore at about 0900.

There were already guys fishing out on the peninsula so I just pushed my way in. Does that sound like me? Not really, there was plenty of space.

Set out two rods with rainbow Power Bait, one close in, the other out as far as I could cast.

Was a beautiful, sunny, and eventually warm day. Hit almost 70. Nice and warm. Nice for fishing, bad for February. We're getting to a place where we really need rain. We're maybe 2/3 of average for the year.

On my right was my good friend Rueben. He had one in the bag (he doesn't use a stringer) and in the picture below his second for the day.

Here fishy, fishy

Got him
By the way, here fishy fishy doesn't work except when it's hooked and right at the net. Then again I've lost a few "right at the net".

To my left was this gentleman whom I don't know. When I got there, there were a couple other guys beyond him, but they had left by the time he hooked this one. It was about 3 pounds. I would have gotten pictures, but as you know walking on the rocks is extremely hard on this old body. Trust me, I'm paying for it this morning.

Was about 3 pounds
Me, I'm in the middle. Did I get even a bite? Nope. Nothing. Nada. Zero. OK you get the picture. But it was a nice warm day. T-shirt weather about 11:00. If I'd had a comfortable chair, could have gotten 40 winks.

So that's it. Maybe next time.

Stay tuned.