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Bow Season

The season for hunting deer with a bow starts the first of October, but few people get very serious about it until the end of Oc tober or the first part of November. The rea son being is that is when the rut starts. Bucks who have been getting fat and lazy all summer suddenly turn into complete idiots as they start chasing does. This is when a person will see bucks at all times of the day or night running around completely oblivious to their surround ings. Intent in finding a doe in heat, they will run out in front of cars or even into the side of a car without looking. Their normally cautious demeanor is cast aside. Their increase in daytime movement and showing less caution, in creases a hunter’s chance of a buck getting into bow range.

The challenge of bow hunting is a large part of the appeal. Though less cautious than normal, it re mains difficult to get within the forty-yard range to take a shot. Most deer hunters hunt from stands placed in a tree along a trail where a buck will hopefully pass by. The last few days has been perfect deer hunting weather. It

is cool enough, the deer are moving well but not so cold, a person freezes while perched in their tree waiting motionlessly. The hunt starts early in the morning before daylight. A person wants to get to their stand and up the tree without being seen. The pre-dawn hours are the coldest and most difficult part of the hunt. A person can hear things rustling through the leaves, but it is too dark to see what it might be. On the morn ings that are cold, this is when a person gets really cold. As daylight breaks, adrenalin rush from the excitement of what lies ahead helps warm a body rapidly. The noises in the

hunter among them. Mu sical notes can be heard from the lake as the trum peter swans get ready to leave. Before long, their big feet are slapping the water as they fight to be come airborne and head out to feed. Air whirs over their wings as they circle the timber and gain alti tude.

The day’s hunt has periods of quiet peace ful enjoyment of nature interspersed with times of intense anticipation as deer pass by under the tree stand. The hunter must choose. Does a person want to take a doe or young buck for eating or wait for the big one. If he fills the tag early in the

darkness can be tracked to what is making them. The shuffle of leaves turns out to be a raccoon, ambling home after a night out. The crunching of dry leaves that sound like a herd of deer passing by turns out to be two squirrels chasing each other from one tree to the next. A doe, passing cautiously under the stand, sounds like a person walk ing slowly across a layer of fresh corn flakes cereal. A doe passing by is always a good sign. If there is a doe, there will probably be a buck not far behind, checking to see if she is ready to breed. Over the hill on the lake, the geese are honking and squabbling as they get ready to leave for the day to feed in nearby grain fields. Things quiet down for a while as the sun rises over the trees. Small birds flit about, unaware of the

season, there will be no more opportunities to bow hunt. If he waits too long, he may not be able to get a deer at all. It is a dilemma faced by all deer hunters, but enjoyment of the hunt itself is more important than the deer harvested.

As a lifelong Iowan, I’ve been through it all; floods, droughts, high prices, and low prices. Greiner Family Farms has been in my family for 164 years. I am an Iowa Farmer through and through and serving my community has always been and continues to be my way of life.

Learning from the Past:

• Wausau Homes Construction Crew

• American Welding and Tank 27 years, UAW 2310 President

• School Board President

• Volunteer Firefighter

• Southern Iowa Electric Board

• Township Trustee

• Farm Bureau Member

• Avid Gun Collector

• These experiences have given me many insights into our community needs and the understanding to advocate for us all.

Living in the Present:

• Davis County Supervisor 12 years

• Great Prairie AEA Board

• Regional Housing Trust Fund

• Workforce Development Advisory Board

• Davis County Public Safety Commission

• Senior Center Board

• Hospital Foundation Board

• Fox River Watershed Board

• SIEDA Board

• E911 Advisory Board

• -Governor's Volunteer Award

• Race Car Enthusiast

• These groups have given me a well rounded look at what we face as a community and the reinforcements we need.

Looking to the Future:

I will advocate for all farmers, fighting against major packing plants that have stifled our animal industry over the last decade. I support bio-fuels that will lower the cost of feed for farmers and consumers and will advocate for all gas stations to upgrade to 30% or more ethanol to help control gas prices. Supporting and financing our community schools, local AEA agency, and community colleges are of highest importance, as well as, standing against the proposed school voucher system.

Paid for by Matt Greiner for State Senate: 13808 Pearl Ave., Bloomfield, IA 52537

Are you financially prepred if disaster strikes?

Natural disasters – from floods and wildfires to hurricanes, tornadoes and snowstorms – seem to be in the news all too frequently. As you watch or read stories about the challenges facing victims of the latest disaster, you might try to convince yourself that it will never happen to you.

Nearly anyone, however, may be exposed to a natural disaster at some point. Keeping you and your family safe is the ultimate priority but so is mitigating the impact of financial loss. Taking steps to be financially prepared for such an oc currence can determine your readiness to handle a life-changing event. Here are some things to keep in mind to help you prepare.

Proper protection in place

There may be no more

important step than to make sure you have appropriate insurance coverage that is current and up-to-date. This includes property and ca sualty insurance to pro tect your home, vehicles and other possessions. You’ll want to make sure your coverage is suffi cient for the replacement value at today’s prices. If you believe you could be subject to a flood, you’ll need to look into a sepa rate flood insurance pol icy provided through the National Flood Insurance Program. It’s important to note, most traditional homeowner policies do not cover flood damage.

Also make sure you have sufficient health insur ance in place too should you require medical care following a disaster.

Cash on hand

It isn’t unusual for many of the services we take for granted to be out of commission if a natural disaster should strike the area where we live. For example, power may be out, which means ATMs will be unable to dis pense cash. Internet and cell phone service could be limited as well, mak ing it difficult to conduct any transactions online.

One solution is to make sure you keep a reason able amount of cash safely tucked away in your home so you have money that’s available to use when you need it. During times like these, most purchases may require cash. Be sure

you’ve got sufficient cash on hand that would meet your needs for a few days if you have to con tend with such a drastic circumstance.

Protect key documents

Important documents should be stored in a safety deposit box at a bank. This includes birth and marriage certificates, Social Security cards, passports, and titles to your home and cars.

In addition, if you have important household in formation stored on your computer, make certain it is backed up on a hard drive that is in a safe place. Keeping informa tion on a safely stowed thumb drive that you can grab and keep with you in case of emergency may also be helpful.

Maintain an emergency fund

Your sources of income may be interrupted, either by an inability to work due to injury, or because the business where you are employed may not be able to oper ate for a period of time. Be sure you have at least six months of living expenses set aside in a liquid, emergency fund (bank savings account or money market fund) to meet your expenses if you should be unable to work for an extended period of time.

Natural disasters can be devastating in so many ways. While the above tips are some of the ways to financially prepare for a natural

disaster, there may be additional actions you can take depending on the severity of the event and your individual cir cumstances. But remem ber: the more you can do in advance, the better prepared you will be.

Duane J Lusson, CFP, ChFC, CLU, MSFS, is a Private Wealth Advisor with Ameriprise Financial Services, Inc. in Ot tumwa, Iowa. He specializes in fee-based financial planning and asset management strate gies and has been in practice for 30 years. To contact him, call 641-684-4200 or stop by his office at 527 W. Second in Ottumwa, Iowa.

Ameriprise Financial, Inc. and its affiliates do not offer tax or legal advice. Consumers

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Vs. Tom

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The trouble all started at Roseau Hardware: an Ace Hardware store in the small town of Roseau, Minnesota. Roseau, is in northern Min nesota; on the Canadian border. Melissa’s greatgrandfather, and greatgrandmother homesteaded near Roseau in the early 1900’s. Her grandfather was born there in 1914, and we’ve traveled to that area

few

to do research,

and learn more about her ancestors.

We were camping in Ro seau. The campground was very wet and I needed a new mat to lay in front of the Scamp door so that we wouldn’t drag mud into the camper. (We learned later that Roseau had three inches of rain that morning before we had arrived.)

I stopped at Geroy’s Home and Appliance on the main highway. The people were very helpful. They had a small piece of green Astroturf that was about twice the size that I needed. They gave me a great price if I wanted to take the whole remnant, and so I did. With the carpet in my van, I started for the campsite.

Just a couple of blocks back, on Highway 11, I had seen a hardware store on the same side of the road. I decided to go back. I had chicken hindquarters to cook over the fire for dinner, but all the firewood at the campground was wet from the rain. If I bought a bag of charcoal and a bottle of lighter fluid, I could cook the chicken on the old fashion BBQ grill mounted on a steel post in our campsite. Besides, I needed a roll of paper towel for the camper. I pulled into the parking lot.

Roseau, is a small town, with a population of around 2,700 people. They are the headquarters for Polaris snowmobiles, and several other industries. The town

has a very impressive retail community with car dealer ships, at least two hardware stores, two tractor supply stores, dollar stores, grocery stores, convenience stores, trading posts – all kinds of places that would sell char coal.

Of all the places to buy charcoal in Roseau, Minne sota, I had to step into this joint; Roseau Ace Hardware. That’s where the trouble all started.

The staff was very friendly; I was greeted right away when I walked into the building. I swear, that store has everything; a guy could easily get lost in there. A gal named Sabrina took me right to the charcoal. I picked up a ten-pound bag, and a bottle of lighter fluid, then headed for the register. I suppose everything would have been okay, if I had just kept walking to the checkout counter. But, on the way, I passed a cooler full of Frost Top soda.

There was root beer, orange crème soda and several other flavors, but the one that caught my eye was the deep purple, Premium Grape Soda. I just had to have one. So with a bag of charcoal under my left arm, and a bottle of lighter fluid in my left hand, I opened the cooler and grabbed an ice-cold twenty-ounce bottle of that purple elixir with my right hand. I paid at the

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register, and headed for the van.

While fumbling with the keys to open the back doors, I dropped my bottle of soda. Fortunately, it was a plastic bottle and did not break, but did roll under the van. I put the charcoal in the van, then got on my hands and knees to retrieve my grape soda from the driver’s side.

A lady in the car next to me was watching as I climbed under my vehicle with my rump in the air. I stood up, brushed off my jeans, then held the bottle to show her.

“I dropped my grape soda,” I explained. She nodded and smiled, and I climbed into the driver’s seat. I couldn’t wait to crack that bottle open, but maybe I should have.

When I twisted the cap open, it exploded. Grape soda sprayed everywhere. All over me, all over the dashboard, the seats, the steering wheel, and wind shield; I even got my dog Nova Mae, sitting in the pas senger seat. I was so antici pating that refreshing grape soda, I failed to consider the pressure it may have built up when the bottle was dropped.

I looked through the driver’s side window, which had purple juice streaming down. The lady in the car next to me was laughing. I reached for the new roll of paper towel. “Darn,” I cursed. “I forgot the paper towel.” I tried to clean up with a nap kin from the glove box, but it wasn’t enough. I stepped out of the van, looked at the lady sitting in the car next to me, and said, “I had a little problem.”

“I see that,” she said, unable to stifle her laughter. I didn’t think it was all that funny. Neither did Nova.

I was greeted right away when I walked back into the store. “Where do you keep your paper towels,” I asked Sabrina, “and, do you have a restroom I could use?” I

felt very conspicuous, but she was polite and did not mention my situation. Maybe she didn’t notice; the purple soda didn’t show on my black T-shirt, however, it did look like I had wet my pants. I washed my hands, got the paper towel, and was head ed to the register. I probably would have been okay from there if I would have just kept walking to the register. But there it was in front of me, how could I resist. A popcorn machine with free popcorn.

Inside the clear glass dis play walls, a soft yellow bulb glowed on the golden salty treat. Mmm. I had to have some, and it would go great with what was left of my grape soda. But wait –there’s more.

“What have we here?” I picked up a container on top of the popcorn machine.

“Grandpa Tom’s Cowboy Spice?” I sprinkled a little into the palm of my hand.

“That’s pretty good,” I said. Then I picked up Grandpa Tom’s Jalapeno Pep per Spice and sampled it. “That’s really good,” I said.

“It has a nice kick.” But then

I saw the Grandpa Tom’s Sweet Smoked Chipotle Spice, and tried a taste. “Wow! That’s the best,” I said. It was similar to my Tom’s Secret Chicken Rub, which I make at home.

I looked on the side of the bottle, “For beef, pork, chick en, fish, and wild game.” My eyes lit up. “Chicken?” I had chicken hindquarters wait ing at the camper, but I had forgotten my chicken rub at the house. The spice was very similar to my own.

“Who is this Grandpa Tom,” I wondered, “and where did he get my Secret Chicken Rub recipe?” I tasted the product again. Then I read on the side of the bottle, “It’s made at 610 3rd Ave, NE, right here in Roseau?”

I looked up and down the aisle. No one was looking, so I tasted the spice one more time from my palm, then went to the display and picked up a bottle. I car ried the spice and my paper

towel to the register.

Back at the campsite, I seasoned my chicken. I grilled them very slowly and they came out amazing! “I thought you forgot your chicken rub at home,” Me lissa questioned.

“Oh, this is just something I picked up at the hardware store,” I explained.

“It’s very good,” she said. “It tastes a lot like yours.”

Hmfph. “It’s alright,” I said, nonchalantly. I was worried my wife might end up liking Grandpa Tom’s seasoning better than my own.

Back at home, I made chicken on the grill several times, alternating between my Secret Chicken Rub, and Grandpa Tom’s. My wife never could tell which was which. A showdown was im minent. Then one day I was at Zup’s Food’s. “Chicken hindquarters were $1.09 per pound?” That was a good price. “It’s time,” I said with an evil laugh. “Bring out your best, Grandpa Tom, show me whatcha got!”

I kept hearing fiddle music. The Charlie Daniels Band, The Devil Went Down to Georgia, played over and over in my head while I sea soned the chicken carefully. I was sure to keep them separated, and cautious to sprinkle an equal amount of each spice on the meat to make it fair. I wrapped the chicken in separate bags, and placed them in the re frigerator. “The stage is set. Tomorrow is the day.”

I laid the two bags out about twenty-minutes early, letting them come to room tem perature, while the Weber Grill warmed up. At precisely 2:00 pm, I put the hindquar ters on the hot grill to sear; Grandpa Tom’s on the left, Tom’s Secret Chicken Rub, on the right. I turned them at the exact same times, until they were grilled to perfection. Honestly, they all looked the same – delicious.

I pushed toothpicks into the chicken with Grandpa Tom’s spice, in order to know

which was which. I called Melissa to the dinner table; giving her pieces of each. “Which do you like better,” I questioned. I suspected she would pick my spice hands down.

“I like this one better,” she said pointing to my drum stick. “No, wait. I like the one with the toothpick better.” I made no facial expression. “No, the one without the toothpick, no with the tooth pick.” She kept changing her mind, “Heck, I don’t know! They taste the same if you want to know the truth. I like them both.” Then she looked at the two bottles. “Grandpa Tom’s has a fancier label,”

Hmfph. “Well, it’s what’s on the inside that matters,” I said. “Besides, he’s probably

got a marketing department to help him.”

After lunch, I got on the computer and typed into a search engine, “Companies that design chicken spice labels…”

Until such a time as I mar ket my new product, “Papa Tom’s Secret Chicken Rub,” you might want to try the other guy’s spice. It is very good. You can order online, or you can buy it at Roseau Ace Hardware, while you’re in Roseau, Minnesota. It’s a fun town to visit, and the home of Polaris snowmo biles, and Grandpa Tom’s Spices, too. (I recommend the Sweet Smoked Chipotle)