I along with many others have been waiting passionately for the good weather to materialize; cabin fever will be a thing of the past in a week or two, we hope. So my son and I decided to go scout out some of our favourite fishing lakes which are just west of Oliver.
On our arrival at the Rippley Madden Lake junction is a large meadow which was absolutely butchered by hooligans and their monster-tire trucks. It makes my blood boil that kids do this for fun, sponsored by vodka, rum whiskey and weed. I had a feeling in my bones that it was about to greet us on our arrival by the never-ending trail of beer cans from town. Not to mention the accident markers or memorials of young kids gone before. It’s heart-breaking to see the age of some victims in the cemetery, row on row of them and by summer’s end, there will be more.
Rippley was our first stop, and you guessed it, there were more churned-up picnic sites burned to ashes. My bird nest boxes were smashed from the trees with the nests in them. The outhouse was ripped from its foundation, used for ice fishing no less. Lucky some old timers rescued it apparently before the ice came off. All I can say to those airheads is your day of reckoning will come. But in the meantime, may the hairs on your bums turn to drum sticks and beat your balls off.