Snowstorms are a Good Thing!

Wishing for MORE snow!

Life can be real with a snowmobile

There ain't no deal like a snowmobile

Footnote: For those of you not familiar with Stompin' Tom - he is most likely Canada's most prolific and well-known folk singer.

He was born Charles Thomas Connors (known as Tommy Messer) in Saint John, New Brunswick to the teenaged Isabel Connors and her boyfriend Thomas Sullivan. He was a cousin of New Brunswick fiddling sensation, Ned Landry. He spent a short time living with his mother in a low-security women's penitentiary before he was seized by Children's Aid Society and was later adopted by the Aylward family in Skinners Pond, Prince Edward Island.

At the age of 13 he left his adoptive family to hitchhike across Canada, a journey that consumed the next 13 years of his life as he travelled between various part-time jobs while writing songs on his guitar. At his last stop in Timmins, Ontario, which may also have been his big "break", he found himself a nickel short of a beer at the city's Maple Leaf Hotel. The bartender, Gaet Lepine, agreed to give Tom a beer if he would play a few songs. These few songs turned into a 13-month contract to play at the hotel, a weekly spot on the CKGB radio station in Timmins, eight 45-RPM recordings, and the end of the beginning for Tom Connors.

The Snowmobile Song . . .

One of my favorite singers is Canada's very own country legend, Stompin' Tom Connors. He is as Canadian as hockey and maple syrup and expected to be one of the entertainers for the Vancouver Olympic Games.
Today's post is in honor of the opening of the Olympic Games AND the M.I.R.A. Snowmobile Races taking place all weekend long on the ice out in front of Drummond Island Yacht Haven. Enjoy!

Life can be real with a snowmobile

There ain't no deal like a snowmobile

*Footnote: For those of you not familiar with Stompin' Tom - he is most likely Canada's most prolific and well-known folk singer.

He was born Charles Thomas Connors (known as Tommy Messer) in Saint John, New Brunswick to the teenaged Isabel Connors and her boyfriend Thomas Sullivan. He was a cousin of New Brunswick fiddling sensation, Ned Landry. He spent a short time living with his mother in a low-security women's penitentiary before he was seized by Children's Aid Society and was later adopted by the Aylward family in Skinners Pond, Prince Edward Island.

At the age of 13 he left his adoptive family to hitchhike across Canada, a journey that consumed the next 13 years of his life as he travelled between various part-time jobs while writing songs on his guitar. At his last stop in Timmins, Ontario, which may also have been his big "break", he found himself a nickel short of a beer at the city's Maple Leaf Hotel. The bartender, Gaet Lepine, agreed to give Tom a beer if he would play a few songs. These few songs turned into a 13-month contract to play at the hotel, a weekly spot on the CKGB radio station in Timmins, eight 45-RPM recordings, and the end of the beginning for Tom Connors.

Aero Sleighs on Drummond Island . . .

as told by George A. Litchard

To give you a better idea of how our winter fun worked, it went like this: We carried two of three hounds with us and we would circle one of the smaller islands (in Potagannissing Bay) and look for fresh coyote tracks. (Coyotes frequently travel over the ice) Finding tracks, we would turn the hounds loose and run the sleighs out about half a mile offshore (usually 2 or 3 sleighs), shut down the engines and wait for the hounds to drive the coyotes out onto the ice.

We then chased down the coyotes in the sleighs and shot them. The real fun was the waiting. Frequently it was 20 to 40 degrees below zero with a nice gentle breeze out of the north at about 40 knots. (We didn't know about "chill factors" then. If we had, we probably would have all frozen to death.) After a refreshing wait of half an hour to an hour, you beat your brittle little frozen body some more by launching yourselves across rough ice at speeds approaching Mach-1. No, the sleighs did not have heaters, and frostbite was something that only a sissy got.

The fact that we were actually killing quite a few coyotes (for which the state paid bounty) and, the general population was still of the opinion that all coyotes, wolves, foxes, and birds of prey should be exterminated by whatever means necessary, must have kept the Department of Conservation from locking everybody up when this stuff was published all over the country. After I became a Conservation Officer, I learned that they, the Conservation Department, had quite a "file" on me, as well as on our particular idea of winter sports. I was frequently reminded of it, too.

The Wing Aero Sleigh was designed & built by Blain Wing in St. Ignace, Michigan in the 1940s

More photos of these amazing machines can be found at this link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/litchard/tags/aerosleigh/