We were living a wild life. However, tragedies were becoming more and more common.
Running out of gas & watching a con artist in action. – Ch 9
Running out of gas three times on one date. My brother driving his horse and crashing multiple times.
Gulag N.D. – Ch 8
I was sent to North Dakota to herd cattle for the summer with my brother to separate me from my girlfriend.
Skipping school to float the river – CH. 7
Swimming, Floating the thief river, Pranking the English teacher, Horse and carriage mishap. and more
Buck naked on horseback for 5 miles – Ch. 6
Knute and his dog Amos My brother’s horse, Ali Kahn was a fantastic cutting horse. Knute and his horse were like one entity working together, totally in sync. Ali Kahn could tell when a cow was about to change direction and maneuver to cut the cow off before the cow actually changed direction. I could … Continue reading Buck naked on horseback for 5 miles – Ch. 6
Boy’s Antics – Ch 5
I'm not sure what year it was but it was during middle school when Rob and I planned a bike camping trip to Old Mill State Park. We were forced to take Carl Dallager with us. Carl was severely visually impaired, in fact he was legally blind. We were not too thrilled to find out … Continue reading Boy’s Antics – Ch 5
Returning to Thief River – Ch 4
During the winter before going to New Guinea I had my first winter camping experience. Hillary Stoltman was an avid outdoorsman and was one of our neighbors on the river. He took me and his son Steve for a winter camping weekend. We didn't have a tent. We built a lean-to, covered it with Spruce … Continue reading Returning to Thief River – Ch 4
New Guinea – Ch 3
I was born in Northwood North Dakota but my first memories are of Thief River Falls, Minnesota. I lived in Thief River from the time I was a few weeks old until I graduated from high school. I have a brother Knute, who is four years older than I am and a sister Kyja, who … Continue reading New Guinea – Ch 3
Sand-point – Ch 2
We would drop a bucket tied to a rope down into the hole then we would lower one of my friends – his name was Mike – down headfirst holding onto his ankles. He would fill up the bucket. When it was full, we would pull him out by his legs... He was stuck! He tried to yell for us to pull him up, but his voice was muffled given that his head was stuck.