Art Hoogstrate fishing the PM.
In the Van't Hof family, and probably in
many other Hofman families as well,
"The PM" doesn't refer to the afternoon
or the evening
or to an autopsy-type exam
or to the leader of some European country.....
Nope.
It refers to the Pere Marquette River, a stone's throw
(okay, an Olympian discuss thrower's throw away)
from BSL where a whole lot of this activity is going on.....
The Pere Marquette is a pretty great trout stream
and people come from all over to fish it.
Hence, the Orvis Lodge on M37.
If you wondered what in the world drew this
monied, pseudo-sportsmen's crowd to lowly little Baldwin,
Now You Know.
The PM.
This is Part One of the PM.
The pinkish square is Baldwin.
And this is Part Two of the PM.
See, it empties out into Lake Michigan at Ludington
after passing alongside of Scottville.
Remember Scottville?
You don't want no mushrooms, do you?
Or don't you?
Okay, enough about mushrooms.
Moving on we come to this guy pictured below.
His name was Father Marquette and because he was French
he went by Pere Marquette.
Here he is saying to an Indian,
"Getteth thee to the PM to be baptized,
or lo these many calamaties shall mayhaps befall ye".
Or something like that.
He's helpfully pointing the way.
Pere Marquette did a lot of exploring in his heyday
and he was all over the Great Lakes region doing things like
proselytizing and learning new languages and
guiding and trapping and founding towns like
Sault Ste. Marie and Saint Ignace.
But what he really really really wanted to do
was find that big honking river called
The Mississippi.
Eventually he hooked up with another Frenchman named
Louis Joliet, and in Praire du Chien, Wisconsin
(which is just their fancy way of saying gopher)
they entered the Mighty Mississip'
and travelled down it to within
435 miles of the Gulf of Mexico.
Whoa! That's some canoe trip!
And you know what? They could have gone on,
but they turned back because they kept bumping into
Indians with European Trinkets, yes TRINKETS,
that were Not From Them.
This meant some other Europeans were tramping around
below the Mason Dixon Line and this did not
bode well for Pere and Louie.
So this fearless twosome hightailed it back to Michigan
where Marquette promptly died of dysentery in Ludington.
And now, on the river that bears his name,
we do a lot of this...........
This is Abe Hoekwater and Drew Rosema
workin' the river.
Fish On!
Yeah, he's hiding in that hole.
Come to Papa......
Bingo!
YES!
Another satisfying day on the PM.
Merci, Father Marquette.
"The PM" doesn't refer to the afternoon
or the evening
or to an autopsy-type exam
or to the leader of some European country.....
Nope.
It refers to the Pere Marquette River, a stone's throw
(okay, an Olympian discuss thrower's throw away)
from BSL where a whole lot of this activity is going on.....
The Pere Marquette is a pretty great trout streamand people come from all over to fish it.
Hence, the Orvis Lodge on M37.
If you wondered what in the world drew this
monied, pseudo-sportsmen's crowd to lowly little Baldwin,
Now You Know.
The PM.
This is Part One of the PM.The pinkish square is Baldwin.
And this is Part Two of the PM.See, it empties out into Lake Michigan at Ludington
after passing alongside of Scottville.
Remember Scottville?
You don't want no mushrooms, do you?
Or don't you?
Okay, enough about mushrooms.
Moving on we come to this guy pictured below.
His name was Father Marquette and because he was French
he went by Pere Marquette.
Here he is saying to an Indian,
"Getteth thee to the PM to be baptized,
or lo these many calamaties shall mayhaps befall ye".
Or something like that.
He's helpfully pointing the way.
Pere Marquette did a lot of exploring in his heyday
and he was all over the Great Lakes region doing things like
proselytizing and learning new languages and
guiding and trapping and founding towns like
Sault Ste. Marie and Saint Ignace.
But what he really really really wanted to do
was find that big honking river called
The Mississippi.
Eventually he hooked up with another Frenchman named
Louis Joliet, and in Praire du Chien, Wisconsin
(which is just their fancy way of saying gopher)
they entered the Mighty Mississip'
and travelled down it to within
435 miles of the Gulf of Mexico.
Whoa! That's some canoe trip!
And you know what? They could have gone on,
but they turned back because they kept bumping into
Indians with European Trinkets, yes TRINKETS,
that were Not From Them.
This meant some other Europeans were tramping around
below the Mason Dixon Line and this did not
bode well for Pere and Louie.
So this fearless twosome hightailed it back to Michigan
where Marquette promptly died of dysentery in Ludington.
And now, on the river that bears his name,
we do a lot of this...........
This is Abe Hoekwater and Drew Rosemaworkin' the river.
Fish On!
Yeah, he's hiding in that hole.
Come to Papa......
Bingo!
YES!
Another satisfying day on the PM.Merci, Father Marquette.
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