As they do at the end of every season, the United States Coast Guard buoy tender Acacia made a visit to Paradise Bay on Friday, November 12. Frank Solle and his magic camera captured not only the ship, but almost the entire harbor. Great photo, Frank! Thanks so much for sharing.
Check in any legally tagged deer or deer head at one of our four stations and you may win the grand prize of a $400.00 gift certificate from Cabela's . Second & third prizes $50.00 gift certificate.
Check in is voluntary. Data used for herd mangement .
Annual hunters' dinner this year at Nina's Restaurant, BI Lodge, Nov. 13, 2004 . Seating at 5:30 and 7:00 .
Raffle at 9 p.m.
Ruger Model 77 Mark II .308 Cal
Savage Cub .17 HMR series
Both engraved with BIWLC logo
Tickets $10.00 each or 11 for $100.00
Do not need to be present to win
1. Entry fee $10
2. Sign in at Powers' Ace Hardware
3. Sign up before opening day, Nov. 15
4. Runs until 11/30/04
5. Deer has to be taken with firearm
6. Highest antler score wins
7. Win 50% of proceeds.
Scoring done by Denis Keehn qualified through Commemorative Bucks of Michigan
A large crowd gathered at the Beaver Island Community School Thursday morning to commemorate Veterans' Day. Coffee and cookies were served inside prior to the morning's program.
BICS junior Krystle Timsak and her mother Sheri opened the program by singing "Come Home Soon" by SheDaisy. Freshman Leaha Cary then guided the elementary color guard to the flag pole. Fifth-graders Matthew Cull and Danny LaFreniere joined seventh-grader Dereck McDonough in raising the flag while those veterans among the crowd stood in solemn salute.
Fifth-graders Jenna Battle, Brighid Brown and Brogan Maudrie then sang our national anthem.
Sophomore Bailey McDonough followed with her rendition of "God Bless the USA."
The program wrapped up with Principal Kitty McNamara reading a tribute to the veterans.
To Midwest farming he was born
there learned the family chores.
He drove his favorite tractor there
and dreamed of distant shores.
Straight furrows through the dust he'd plow
beneath the burning sun.
From sun-up to the night he'd toil
until his day was done.
The skies above looked cool and blue
oft laced with vapor trails.
He wondered where the planes they went
farm tractors moved like snails.
His wanderlust brought him to fly
the skies his oceans blue.
He'd meet the daybreak first, head on
then race a sunsets hue.
Our Island then became his home
he shared it with his wife.
At night they'd watch their special show
a star filled dome their life.
A friendly greeting was his mark
when working on the dock.
He shared great jokes that laughter brought
A caring smile his stock.
Last week he left us down below
horizons in his sight.
And then he caught the sunset fair
and found “His” pure white light.
For Denny Fisher, a friend gone all too soon.
Jack R. Spanhak November 8, 2004
NOTE: the poem and photograph were both done by Jack Spanhak. The sunset photo was taken the evening that Denny died.
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