Emil Probylsky

This is Emil Probylsky. He was feisty old man who called me on some bad math while fishing. He was convinced his catch was going to be a "50 pounder".

Yee-haw!

Moosomin's yearly Rodeo was this past weekend, and it may not be the Calgary stampede, but it was a bucking good time. It featured real life bull riding, which is the most stressful sport I have ever watched. Apparently the overall riding was worse than usual because of a couple of rank (rodeo lingo for a particularly difficult) bulls.


Rocanville recently passed a new by-law that was spurred on by their obsession with town tidiness. Section 13 was was added to the Nuisance Abatement Bylaw stating that "no person shall create a potential habitat for snakes within town limits by stock piling concrete, buying concrete, using concrete as fill to raise land elevation or by failing to remove concrete from a demolition sites..." Apparently this guy got some free gravel from an RM looking to get rid of it and now it sits on his property, and is rather unsightly. After two and a half hours of belly aching about yard conditions, this bylaw gave me a serious case of the giggles.

I went to a pow-wow a couple of weekends ago and snapped some pics. I can't find the picture I took of the 20-something guy in traditional dance gear wearing a New York Yankees cap.

Photo update

I haven't been keeping up with my posts, but I swear that it isn't Saskatchewan's fault.
Getting back on track can be a challenge, so I'm going to ease into it with a photo blog.
I took that picture from my back deck-for-one. I wasn't trying to take a silhouette photo, but I did by accident. I just emailed my college prof to ask how to replicate this because Saskatchewan gives good sky.


The best dressed team—or "Wolf Pack" as they tell it—at the golf tournament held recently at Carelton Trails. I wish I could claim that they are all strangers, but that would be a lie.

I recently learned at Elkhorn's Antique Auto Museum that the original dodges have the Star of David on it. The museum curator told me rumor had it that the Dodge brothers were Jewish, and that they changed the symbol because people didn't want to buy Jewish cars. In reality, the logo wasn't a sign of Judaism but two interlocking triangles believed to represent Delta's —the Greek letter for D. And the brothers were Methodists. They did, however, moved away from the six point star in 1939 when they were trying to export trucks to Europe.
This dodge I came across in Maryfield isn't quite that old, but it has seen better days.


This tree grows on the side of highway eight, which takes me north to Allison's. After I snapped this photo I was reminded of a tree that used to grow outside my mom's house at the corner of Lincoln and Isabella Street. A tree that at one time was a very good friend of mine—one I used to plant Cheetos under convinced that I could will a Cheeto tree to grow.