No one is in the Tower, forget the no-wake zone.
Wide-Open, lets go, were the only ones on the lake.
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No one is in the Tower, forget the no-wake zone.
Wide-Open, lets go, were the only ones on the lake.
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Happy Father's Day to some of the men of Lake X past.
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...seven winners...https://www.screamandfly.com/attachm...8&d=1444593808
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A FEW OF THE FACTORY BOATS --BAHAMAS '500' 1967---
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Here are some thoroughbreds, which did some R&D testing at Mercury Lake X.
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That alligator is swimming towards me; it looks like it wants to eat me.
He is at least an eight-footer or more, and I am only 10 years old. Dad let me drive this old 20-horse Merc by myself, and I am having fun. He took some Lake X visitor fishing and they went to the east side of the lake.
So I pull into this west-side cove (see green circle in picture) to pretend I am fishing (I only want to drive the boat). Just in case dad looks across the lake and is watching what I am doing. I am in this secluded cove, out of reach from civilization’s safety, with no dry shoreline (in fact Lake X has very little dry shoreline). There is only one way out.
I get anxious the gator is heading straight for me. So now I am nervously pulling on the starter rope, to get this old worn-out Merc to fire. She comes to life, and my young life is relieved, as I motor out of that cove towards open water. Bye bye gator, hello again - Merc and me back to having fun.
Story’s circa early 1960’s.
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...typical 10 year old story...i don't believe you...;)...
Fuji it is the truth. And I do not remember ever telling my dad about that. And then again he would just smile.
I was fortunate that day, in that dad had someone else to go fishing with. His big past-time was bass fishing. And he wanted me to enjoy fishing as much as he did.
So after work or weekends, when he wanted to go fishing on Lake X, he would just say to me get ready were going fishing. I never did enjoy fishing like him.
He had his favorite fishing lures, and he would always have a Rapala fishing lure in his tackle box, because that was my favorite lure.
Even in adulthood when I would go visit him and mom, he would have a Rapala lure for me to use.
And by the way in that cove where the gator was, we, dad and I would hardly ever fish in that area. The north and east side of Lake X was were Dad and I caught most of our fish.
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...was just kid'n you kid. ...but man o' man, there sure was some big freak'n large mouths in that lake... you didn't eat them did you?...:smiletest:
My brother and I ate a lot of bass from the lake, don't tell anyone, we weren't allowed to fish there.
Happy Birthday – Mr. K.
I am driving the family station wagon, from the Lake X resident’s area to the airstrip (see attached photo). My dad and mom are sitting in the back seat, and I am (around 10 years old and looking between the car’s dashboard and the arch of the steering wheel above the dashboard) their chauffeur.
Dad tells me where to stop by the plane’s hangar. Pilot Izzy’s already has the jet on the tarmac. Dad will be taking a flight to Wisconsin. Mr. K arrives, and dad and mom get out of the car and join Mr. K over by the plane. So I am sitting in the driver’s seat with the window down, waiting for mom to return.
Then Carl Kiekhaefer (Mr. K) then starts walking by himself to the other side of the tarmac, where I am inside the station wagon. He is heading toward me. Even I now (as much as a 10-year-old would expect to know), how important Mr. K is. I do not know what to do.
I do not remember what he said, but he extended his hand through the window’s opening and shook my hand. And he walked back to the plane, and then him and dad flew off to Wisconsin. Later my dad telephone’s my mother, and was upset with me. And told her in a sort-of-reprimanding way to relay to me, why didn’t I get out of the car, and greet Mr. K on the tarmac.
I was only around 10, I love you dad, but I didn’t know proper protocol at that age. And let alone know he was coming to shake my hand. I share this one memory, on this June 4th, a day when Elmer Carl Kiekhaefer was born.
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Lake X 1960 had to be self-sufficient in power and water. My Dad, and our family, moved there in the fall season of 1959. Steve Sirois in his descriptive photo did not identify a crucial building. I will call it the utility building.
Lake X was three miles from highway 441, and the nearest house then was two miles from Lake X. There was no electrical power lines reaching out to the remote rural location know as Mercury Lake X.
This little insignificant block building was significant; it supplied modernity to Lake X. The generator that supplied electricity to the shop, office, and residences was housed in this utility building. Fresh water to drink and bath pumped from the utility room. And also there was a washer and dryer in the building, were people like my Mother went to wash our family’s clothes. This utility building was the “little engine that could”.
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Steve Sirois admirable labeling of the Lake X complex.
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