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.

Sunday, February 2, 2020

The Night Chicago Died

Ever have one of those songs that keep bouncing around in your head? It's called an ear worm.

There is a song by a group called Paper Lace called "The Night Chicago Died". Been bouncing around in my head for about 6 days now.

A lot of interesting information in this song. Let me take you through some of the lyrics and explain who and what.

First two sentences. "Daddy was a cop on the East Side of Chicago". I didn't know Lake Michigan had cops. Actually there is no "East Side" of Chicago. North, South, and West yes, East Side nope.

"When the Town of Chicago Died, they talk about it still". More on this later.

"When a man named Al Capone tried to make that town his own". Yup he sure did.

"He called his gang to war with the forces of the law". He was always at odds with the forces of the law.

"And the sound of the battle rang through the streets of the old East Side". Nope, no streets in Lake Michigan.

When confronted, Paper Lace just said, doesn't every city have an East Side? They had never been to Chicago. They were a band from England.

So what was "The Night Chicago Died"?

Some think it was the St. Valentine's day massacre 2/14/1929.  It was between Al Capone's Southside gang and George "Bugs" Moran's Northside gang.

St. Valentine's day massacre
Nobody knows for sure who the killers were, but suspect a gang working for Al Capone and members of the Chicago Police Force seeking revenge for the killing of a police officer's son.

It's believed that a guy named "Three Fingers" William Jack White was the organizer of the St. Valentine's day Massacre based on the letter from investigator Frank Farrell to FBI Director Edgar J Hoover in 1935, but was later generally discarded, mainly on the grounds that there is strong evidence that White had still been in jail at the time of the massacre. A lot of events have been orchestrated by people in jail. Every year near Valentine's day, this happening seems to surface. 

My dad was in his early 20's during this time and as a resident of Kenosha, Wisconsin spent time in Chicago. One of the guys he was acquainted with was Three Finger Jack White. Not many people can say that their dad was a friend of one of Al Capone's mobsters.   

So that's the story of "The Night Chicago Died". If you want to listed to the song, here's the link to the YouTube video. If it doesn't connect with just a click, just copy and paste.


Friday, January 24, 2020

A Day Of Dead Batteries

It's Friday so I decided to head out to Lake Camanche and soak some Power Bait. What Friday has to do with it opposed to any other day, I have no idea. Just threw that in there.

Got to the lake about 9:00 after stopping for coffee at Java Drive. Set up at the same spot I've been in for the last three trips out there and put out one rod with rainbow Power Bait and the other with Hatchery Pellet Power Bait.

Then the waiting began.

Took a few shots with my camera just to show I wasn't alone.

To the point

Reuben in the green jacket

Far off fisherpeople
With the way the last two trips went, I waited until 10:00 for the first bite. If you remember, the last two times I was out there the first bite came at exactly 10:00.

When I left home my camera had 2/3 power. Figured that would be enough for the day. When I got the first bite, which was NOT exactly 10:00 (more like 9:45) it was a biggie. Was on the rainbow Power Bait.

About 5 pounds
Got the camera out for the "proof of catch" picture and the battery showed DEAD. Took the picture anyway and luckily it came out.

Next was to get out the handy dandy Berkeley Digital Scale and that battery was dead too, so no positive weight. 

That was it for the day. Only saw one other little one caught by the guys at the point. I only caught one, but one was enough. 

When I got home, I put in the backup battery in the camera so I could transfer the pictures and that battery was dead to. 

Now both camera batteries are charged (you know this by the fact that you are viewing the photo's) and new batteries are in the handy dandy Berkeley Digital Scale for the next time I catch a "biggie". 

That's it for today. 

Stay tuned.  

Saturday, January 18, 2020

Hello, Anybody There?

Saturday morning at La Casa Kautz and I decided to give my wife a morning without me under foot.

Got up early, loaded the truck with the necessary fishing accouterments and with the temperature at a nice freezing 32 degrees, headed for Lake Camanche.

When I got to the lake it was a balmy 42 degrees, but temperature wasn't the problem. If I hadn't been familiar with the lake, would have completely missed it in the fog.

Can you find the lake?
Set up two rods with rainbow Power Bait and threw them out somewhere. Barely could see your hand in front of you face. OK, wasn't quite that bad at lake side or I probably would have parked my truck in the lake. Did I mention my wife calls me Mr. Exaggeration?

In 42 degrees, I had my parka on, gloves, ball cap, ear muffs, yes ear muffs, and in my gloves, chemical had warmers and I still froze. 

To bolster my frozen body I also had a cup of coffee from Java Drive and a couple glazed donuts. 

And there I sat. I think there were other people out there, but I couldn't see them. Like fishing blind. 

Alright, I'll stop with the super fog stuff. It wasn't quite that bad. I could see all around the cove and out the peninsula, barely, but it was still freezing. I'm getting wimpy in my old age.

I watched the other people and no one was getting any bites. Quiet as a mouse out there. Then right at 10:00 just like a week ago yesterday I got the first bite. Oh, forgot to mention I replaced one rod with a Power Bait called Hatchery Pellet and fresh rainbow on the other. If you haven't seen Hatchery Pellet Power Bait it's a solid color dark brown. Looks kind of like poop in a jar. 

The bite came on the Hatchery Pellet, but it was just a bite and then gone. While I was reeling in that rod, I got a bite on the other one. I think what happened is the fish hit the Hatchery Pellet and when I didn't pick up the rod fast enough (hard to sometimes with gloves on) he went on to the next one. 

I turned out to be a Mt Lassen Rainbow about 14 inches and maybe a pound or pound and a half. I gave to the guys at the end of the peninsula. 

That was it. No more bites for me or the others. I think I got the only fish of the day, but it was a fish and once again I avoided the skunk.   

I got out, froze, had trouble walking on the rocks, but I did catch one. A good day over all. 

Stay tuned. 

Friday, January 10, 2020

If You're Going To Start Fishing 2020 This Is The Way To Do It

My wife had the day off work and was off to Folsom to a quilting class present she got for her birthday last month.

I had the option of staying at the house and being a Haus Frau (that's German for house wife) or doing something else. What would you have done?

I went fishing of course.

You all know I have this arthritis problem in my back and hips, but I also have something called peripheral neuropathy. About 20 years ago my toes started to get numb. Doctor said I should wear more comfortable shoes. As time went on, the numbness spread through my feet and up my legs. Next doctor sent me to a Neurologist and he diagnosed it as peripheral neuropathy. He said about 40% of people that have it, don't know why.  It has currently stopped just below my knees. Some years later, in the hospital recovering from a heart attack I mentioned to a nurse about it and she asked questions.

Back in the 80's I worked for an oil company.

When I worked for that company, one of the processes we had was to remove writing on the drums with Acetone and re-stencil with what ever information needed to be on the drum. We did this without wearing gloves because we didn't know any better. She said that was why. Now I'm in the 60%. Doesn't change anything. There is no cure.

As recently as a month ago I started having trouble with my right foot. Thought I stepped on a rock or something when I was out at Camanche in December and maybe bruised my foot. Not the case. It's just the neuropathy getting worse.

After all that, what I'm getting at is that walking on anything other than a flat surface is extremely hard, BUT I'm not going to let a little thing like not being able to walk very well stop me from fishing.

So, as my wife left for her quilting class, I left for North Shore Camanche. Got there about 9:15 and put out two rods with rainbow Power Bait. Since it's almost impossible to stick a rod holder in the ground out there I did the usual "lean the rods against the tacklebox" trick. 

Lean the rods against the tacklebox
Scanned the lake to see if anyone else was there and there were a few to my left.

They  are there, might have to make the picture bigger
Next to me was an old friend I haven't seen since last Winter. Reuben fishes North Shore regularly and over time we've become friends.
Rueben is down that way, but that isn't his truck.
Back to fishing. The first bite of 2020 came at exactly 10:00. A nice little 14 inch Mt Lassen Rainbow. Since I don't keep what I catch, I gave it to Reuben. Sorry, didn't think of taking a photo.

Continued to soak Power Bait and between 10 & Noon, I caught 2 more that I also gave to Reuben. Both were pretty good sized. Maybe a couple pounds. Again no photo's. It seems to be a bit of trouble trying to reel in a fish, stand with my cane, get a net under the fish, and whip out the phone for a photo all at the same time. You'll just have to take my word for it. After all, would this fisherman lie to you?

I decided to call it a day at Noon. Packed up my chair, put the tackle boxes in the truck and reeled in the rods. First one zipped right in. Second one was a bit of a struggle. There seemed to be a fish on the line I didn't even notice was there. Turned out to be the biggest of the day coming in at about 3 pounds.   

Surprise !!!!

Yup, about 3 pounds
It's kind of sad when you don't get excited any more with a 2, 3, or 4 pound fish. Seems when most of the fish you catch are that size you lose perspective.

A hell of a way to start a new year. Happy 2020. I hope the rest is just as good. 

Stay tuned.