BOLO – Police slang for Be On the Lookout
We put a BOLO out for a suspicious character
So my Alaskan pal (native Alaskan by the way) Lonny called and left a voice message concerned that we had wind storms here in south Florida (Tropical Storm Issac) and if we were ok. We did have some wind, and rain squalls, but all was fine on the home front. Nice that he called checking in on us.
We met Lonny and his family while camping this summer outside of Fairbanks, Alaska (Seth and me, with Johnny “Eagle Scout” and his family). A friendship was struck, he invited us over to his house for a moose roast. Come to find out his children are homeschooled (like ours), wife is their teacher (like ours), christian household (like ours), love being outdoors (like us), and so on and so on……
Lonny tells great stories about living in Alaska. Fishing, hunting, camping, all the best kinds of stories, alaskan-style. Seth loved hearing him tell about how to catch King Salmon (with down riggers on the ocean). My favorite were his moose stories, shooting, gutting, quartering, watching out for bears….. The best storyline was this “you know the easiest part of hunting a moose is pulling the trigger…. after that its all hard work”.
Alaskan Moose Roast !!!!!
His wife was great. She had seven “guests” show up and didn’t miss a beat. Their kids are wonderful (smart, polite, active), and did I mention homeschooled!!! It truly was wonderful, and a blessing being with them.
Eating moose, being with an Alaskan homeschooled family, hearing great Alaskan stories, it was perfect. Lonny even got me to try canned/jarred salmon.
I have gone my whole life without eating fish from a can. I don’t eat tuna fish from a can, I don’t eat SPAM (not fish, but a meat product) from a can. There seems something wrong and unnatural about eating “pickled fish” from a jar. And in Alaska you see it everywhere. Wal-Mart, roadsides, gift shops, speciality stores….. not me. Not even while in Alaska am I eating canned fish. Nothing good will come from that……
So Lonny talked me into it…… He tells me how its carefully hand-crafted by a friend. That the guy somehow packs the fish in tight, that its firm, smoked, great flavor, “the best that you will ever have”. How can you resist that? Lonny, a descendant from Eskimos is asking me, while in his home, at his table, to try something new *and* he is certifying that it will be the best that I will ever have….. Ok, color me there. I’m in. (hope I don’t have to visit a hospital during the night, hope I don’t have to get medevac from Alaska to Florida, hope Karma isn’t against me on this one).
So I tried it. Canned fish (of all things). It…. was… awesome…. ummm, it was so good. Smokey, spicy, firm texture…. It was everything I was hoping it would be and much, much more. Thats the good part, the bad part is I am sure I had just the best, its all downhill from here, everything else will be a sad imitation. (unless I go back to Alaska for more (if Lonny is willing to share)). By-the-way, Lonny didn’t send me home with any. Whats up with that?
Being with Lonny and his family was one of the highlights of our trip. I can’t wait to go back during the season and being able to spend more time with him and his family. I know the wives and children will get along great, and hope to have some grand outdoor adventures with them (they truly are a great family).
Now, here is the part of the story that I have left out (until now). Lonny is a high-ranking official in the Alaskan State Troopers!!! He’s the Fuzz, Po-Po, the Five-Oh. He’s the dude you want covering your back (knowing he’s the dude that will run in front). He’s the man (and I mean the M-A-N).
Geeze, I’m hoping come the season of 2014 there isn’t a BOLO (or warrant) out for the Williams Family!!!! “Sir, can you please step out of the RV, seems like your wanted in Fairbanks for questioning”…..
I can tell you its nice to have friends in high places (especially Alaska). Can’t wait to get up there for our adventures. Stay tuned……
So Alaska had some high wind storms that cause flooding and knocked out power for a few days (this is during the summer, not winter). So I got to call Lonny to so if he was “ok”. Hows that for a twist, a turn, and a laugh.
I got a text back from him.
“We are fine. Spent the last three days hunting a moose. Saw a bug bull – just a little too far to get to it. Just spent the day cleaning the RV and ATV, will plan another hunt next week”
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Man, I can’t wait to get back to Alaska.