As of Tuesday, September 23, 2014
LOWELL/SYRINGA — Fall, fires, FAOL (Fly Anglers on Line) fishermen, and fly tying: the five F’s of September. It seems to be the talk of the town. The fishing has been phenomenal regardless of the smoke. The Johnson Bar Fire is not out yet, they still have about 150 firefighters working on it every day, we still have plenty of smoke coming and going depending which way the wind is blowing, and I have about 20 more “I fought the Johnson Bar Fire” sweatshirts for sale that will serve as a reminder where many members of the fire crew spent the fall of 2014!
This is the 15th year for the FAOL. Some of the fishermen are Dennis de Caccia, Jonathan Sherwin, Mark Killam, Steve Zweber and Leon Taterus; they come, they fish, and they fish some more.
Rick Harris and his brother, Ray, and friends, Randy and Rick II, are up fishing the Selway. They are the nicest guys and just seem to be loving life up here. They come up to Lowell about three times a year and fish away; at night they sit around the campfire and cook their dinner. They just enjoy each other’s company and the Idaho wilderness.
You can always tell when winter is on the way because it’s time to bring in the coin-operated cop car and the race car. We wheeled them inside last week and took out the quarters, now they will sit in storage until spring comes, and many little would-be cops and racecar drivers will once again come in and get quarters for a ride.
The quarter horse is always inside the store safe and sound, and is as old as I am, literally. One year it broke down and we turned it upside down for repairs. The manufacture date on the horse is 1945, same year I was born, so whenever anyone comes in and says, “Boy, that’s an old horse, they don’t make ‘em like that anymore, and five minutes for only a quarter, that is an antique!” It’s time for me to just stare them down, even when they go on and on about how old it is, I try not to bop them over the head with one of the stirrups. Only kidding, I don’t care if 70 is just around the corner; me and the horse are holding up pretty well.
That’s the news this week. Fires, fishermen and coin-operated rides. Oh, and Halloween is on the way and as always, the MERMMS are all over the costume catalogues. We don’t get to shop much out here so those little goblins flip through the pages of the new gory incoming catalogues. Miss Maddie was ready back in June, and the rest of the Smith girls have sworn me to secrecy. They will not be sweet little princesses like when they were little; there will be fake blood involved, at least I can tell you that, and lots of black mascara. Mr. Max, maybe a superhero of some kind. He doesn’t even care at 1-year-old, but he does like chocolate! As I always say, “Trick or Treat, kiss my feet, give me something good to eat.”