A citizen’s advisory committee voted 8-1, Thursday, in favor of building a new Fillmore County courthouse instead of proceeding with extensive remodeling of the existing building.
The consensus of the committee was that the preferred location
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Beware of the Jackelope
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A Cautionary TaleBy Neil Haugerud Monday, October 2, 2000
In 1851 a roving band of Arapaho Indians encountered a small herd of dwarf antelope, the same size as their camp dogs, foraging near the Badlands of South Dakota. Lame Eagle, a swift, though club-footed boy of twelve, using a willow bark snare, captured, tamed and made pets of three of the delightful animals. Sometime thereafter, drifting bands of white renegades discovered the remainder of the herd and hunted them to extinction.
Lame Eagle was deeply disappointed when he found that all of his pet antelope were antlerless females; leaving no hope of continuing the rare breed. Some months later, Lame Eagle and his family trekked from the Badlands to their homeland in Wyoming, where Jackrabbits, nearly as large as the dwarf antelope, dwelt in ground holes and the tall prairie grass.
While making camp near a fast flowing stream called Tumbling Water, Lame Eagle found a nest of abandoned baby Jacks, which, in the course of several months he nurtured and tamed. When the jackrabbits were full-grown, Lame Eagle, with much affection placed them in an enclosure with the dwarf antelope as protection from camp dogs.
To his utter surprise, in the spring of the year, the three antelope had babies that for all appearance seemed to be jackrabbits. By late summer some of the new-fashioned jackrabbits began to grow antlers. By late fall, all of the male, jackrabbit-like antelope offspring, had grown a full rack of horns.
The Arapaho, quite amazed, named them Prong-Horned Jackelope. The Jackelope, being hy-bred, were able to leap and bound higher and further than either antelopes or jackrabbits; so it wasn't long until they all jumped the enclosure and escaped. During the ensuing years it was reported they migrated eastward.
Although very few Jackelope have ever been seen in this area, recent rare sightings have been documented. Just last week, Bruce Hanson, an outdoorsman extrordinaire from the Lenora area, barely escaped with his life after being attacked by a small herd of Jackelope, while hunting ginseng in the Big Woods.
Bruce reported that the Jackelopes lowered their heads and charged, attacking his lower legs while slashing their horns back and forth. His boots were cut to ribbons and he received several stinging shinbone lacerations.
"The only thing that saved me," Bruce said, "was my jumping ability, learned from my .....
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In 1851 a roving band of Arapaho Indians encountered a small herd of dwarf antelope, the same size as their camp dogs, foraging near the Badlands of South Dakota. Lame Eagle, a swift, though club-footed boy of twelve, using a willow bark snare, captured, tamed and made pets of three of the delightful animals. Sometime thereafter, drifting bands of white renegades discovered the remainder of the herd and hunted them to extinction.
Lame Eagle was deeply disappointed when he found that all of his pet antelope were antlerless females; leaving no hope of continuing the rare breed. Some months later, Lame Eagle and his family trekked from the Badlands to their homeland in Wyoming, where Jackrabbits, nearly as large as the dwarf antelope, dwelt in ground holes and the tall prairie grass.
While making camp near a fast flowing stream called Tumbling Water, Lame Eagle found a nest of abandoned baby Jacks, which, in the course of several months he nurtured and tamed. When the jackrabbits were full-grown, Lame Eagle, with much affection placed them in an enclosure with the dwarf antelope as protection from camp dogs.
To his utter surprise, in the spring of the year, the three antelope had babies that for all appearance seemed to be jackrabbits. By late summer some of the new-fashioned jackrabbits began to grow antlers. By late fall, all of the male, jackrabbit-like antelope offspring, had grown a full rack of horns.
The Arapaho, quite amazed, named them Prong-Horned Jackelope. The Jackelope, being hy-bred, were able to leap and bound higher and further than either antelopes or jackrabbits; so it wasn't long until they all jumped the enclosure and escaped. During the ensuing years it was reported they migrated eastward.
Although very few Jackelope have ever been seen in this area, recent rare sightings have been documented. Just last week, Bruce Hanson, an outdoorsman extrordinaire from the Lenora area, barely escaped with his life after being attacked by a small herd of Jackelope, while hunting ginseng in the Big Woods.
Bruce reported that the Jackelopes lowered their heads and charged, attacking his lower legs while slashing their horns back and forth. His boots were cut to ribbons and he received several stinging shinbone lacerations.
"The only thing that saved me," Bruce said, "was my jumping ability, learned from my .....
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Dad
Monday, September 11, 2000
Last week while tending my booth at the Minnesota State Fair I got the call I’ve always dreaded. "Sit down," my brother Derald said softly. "Dad died just a little while ago."
Waves of emotion. Deep sighs. Ti .....
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Last week while tending my booth at the Minnesota State Fair I got the call I’ve always dreaded. "Sit down," my brother Derald said softly. "Dad died just a little while ago."
Waves of emotion. Deep sighs. Ti .....
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End of the Season
By Virginia CooperMonday, October 2, 2000
It’s been a great gardening year, a little wet for a while, but still quite beautiful when we count our successes and not our failures. This is my last column for the season. I hope everyone has lear .....
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It’s been a great gardening year, a little wet for a while, but still quite beautiful when we count our successes and not our failures. This is my last column for the season. I hope everyone has lear .....
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This work is not for the birds
Monday, September 4, 2000
I stand on the roof of our workshop holding the end of a rope. My husband has tied the opposite end around his waist so he doesn't slip as he hammers nails into our new metal roofing. Although I am alert to the danger .....
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I stand on the roof of our workshop holding the end of a rope. My husband has tied the opposite end around his waist so he doesn't slip as he hammers nails into our new metal roofing. Although I am alert to the danger .....
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In the Lands of the Pte Oyate
Monday, September 25, 2000
Sunlight shimmering, my wife Connie and I wrestle with the wind as we set up our campsite. Howling out of Nebraska, the stiffly blowing southern gale threatens to rip the ground cloth from our hands while we fumble w .....
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Sunlight shimmering, my wife Connie and I wrestle with the wind as we set up our campsite. Howling out of Nebraska, the stiffly blowing southern gale threatens to rip the ground cloth from our hands while we fumble w .....
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Assignment: Manhattan
Monday, October 2, 2000
It’s not every day that I’m given an opportunity to go to a star-studded gala at Radio City Music Hall filled with famous celebrities and rock n’ roll stars. But a couple weeks ago, such an invitation came my way, and t .....
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It’s not every day that I’m given an opportunity to go to a star-studded gala at Radio City Music Hall filled with famous celebrities and rock n’ roll stars. But a couple weeks ago, such an invitation came my way, and t .....
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The Bat
Monday, September 25, 2000
There have been radio programs, comic books, and television shows featuring people who have, for reasons of their own, assumed some of the characteristics of the little brown bat. As far as I know, all these attempts .....
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There have been radio programs, comic books, and television shows featuring people who have, for reasons of their own, assumed some of the characteristics of the little brown bat. As far as I know, all these attempts .....
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Survivors
Monday, August 28, 2000
This is a story about survivors.
No, it is not about the gameshow/psychodrama that was recently portrayed on CBS, where neurosis is a developmental skill highly valued by artificially created tribal groups.
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This is a story about survivors.
No, it is not about the gameshow/psychodrama that was recently portrayed on CBS, where neurosis is a developmental skill highly valued by artificially created tribal groups.
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