Discovering Bancroft’s Fish and Game Club

July 6, 2017

“Now you can say you’ve shot one of the most powerful handguns in the world,” hollered Bancroft Fish and Game Club secretary Dave Beardmore over my earplugs.

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Snorkeling around the shoreline of one of L’Amable’s many lakes last summer, I accidentally finned my way into a pretty sketchy predicament. By no means was this a planned swim into the danger zone. My true intentions that day were in fact rather harmless. My goal, to tip back my last three lime coolers and test out a new underwear camera on a few largemouth bass I had been swimming with the day before. Walking down to the water, I could feel the heat radiating off the rocks as they massaged my feet. Sitting down at the water’s edge, I put on my fins, pulled down my mask and slipped beneath the surface with barely a sound.

One turn around the sun in Bancroft

Today, as I edit away and fit the paper together, I mark my one-year with Bancroft This Week. I hadn’t officially moved to town for another month yet, but I was clicking things and typing away and trying to look like I knew what I was doing. Next thing you know the June 10, 2016 paper was coming out and I was making bad Adele puns.

Biophilia in Bancroft

Turning onto Monck Road in Cardiff while taking one of the many scenic routes to Bancroft, I rolled down my windows to take in the fresh air. Rounding the corner as I approached the first pond, I was forced to pull over to the side of the road by a bald eagle that swooped down in front of my car and then disappeared into the clear blue abyss above me. Walking along the water’s edge, hoping for the massive bird to return, I soon gave up the chase when I became distracted by a pair of frisky red-winged blackbirds and a snapping turtle absorbing the late afternoon sunshine. No need to rush, I kicked off my shoes and waded into the water.

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