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Driving south to the happy hunting grounds of Winamac SFWA on IN SR 39 from US 30 Saturday morning my cruise control in the Ford Exploder was set at 70mph. The sun had just broken the horizon. The long, lonesome two lane was wide open. Out of nowhere a Starke County Mountie who was heading north out of Knox, Indiana passed me in the opposite direction.
I kept one eye on the mountie (who was driving a new brown and tan two-tone Dodge Charger) as he passed down the road in my rearview. The brake lights went on and he performed a Hollywood you-ee, a real Starsky & Hutch job. He didn’t come on me fast as I slowed down, but when the flashing lights went on I pulled over to a safe spot. Not many cars travel this stretch of road that time of day on a weekend at sunrise. He walked away from his squad and approached as I opened my wallet for the DL. He was textbook, never passing the imaginary line of my front door as he asked for my DL and BMV registration. He could tell I was hunter who was obviously armed and took no chances.
Since when are police able to detect a speed violator while moving in the opposite direction? They must have some new technology I am unaware of.
This was not a traditional speed trap where the squad was hidden on an inside turn or tucked under an overpass on the opposite side of a hill. He still got me. Guilty.
The mountie told me he clocked me at 70mph in a 55mph zone, then asked, “do you have a good reason for traveling at 70mph?” My simple response was, “all I can say is I just wasn’t paying attention.” He walked back to the squad and I waited as he processed my info through his onboard laptop. About five minutes later he came back, handed me my ID’s and said, “ since you have no points against you I can’t see writing you up, but please slow down on our local roads.” I thanked him and told him how he made my day. We shook hands. God Bless the good cops, there are plenty of them out there.
This was my Karma train making a round trip. It wiped out my $80. furnace fiasco on Friday. I figured that a speeding fine for going 70mph has to be at least $100. plus a potential court appearance. My calculations place me in the plus category. Good luck and The Lord were both on my side this week.
Saturday was the final date for Winamac’s week long pheasant hunt. We did good on the final day, got our 2 bird limit within 1 hour and 10 minutes. Eight rock solid classic birddog points by Speck, four misses by the shooters. Most shot opportunities came in a densely wooded area where the tree branches catch a lot of pellets so 4 for 8 is not bad at all.
We met a few new respectable birddogs, birddog lovers and wingshooters in the parking lot as usual this year. 12 hunters per day are allowed to use this 240 + acre reserved zone of managed wild habitat during the season. Winimac has nine other areas to do some serious chicken whackin’. Each day a total of 110 hunters enjoy the land we purchased and pay to maintain for our traditional American outdoor activities.
Today I am just hunkering down in the bunker recuperating with Speck in front of an all-day fire watching NFL football. Bears vs. Vikings kickoff is the national Sunday night game and it's gut-check time for both teams.
Measurable snow is falling moderately as I write. Green Bay is falling to Carolina as well. Lake effect snow, as always, is the wild card.