Moose Country Minute – January 20 2018


A couple of weeks ago I mused out loud whether I would simply leave my snowmobile alone this winter, keep it in storage, and let my back heal.

My back is causing me grief.

I remember when I did it in. It was in the fall, a long time ago, up on Baptiste Lake, at the first cottage we owned there.

I was lifting the 9.9 off the stern of a banged up old 12-foot tinny that came with the cottage, and gave it a good yank as I leaned over the boat.

The problem was, I had not unfastened the engine enough. I yanked, it grabbed on, and I hit the deck with a pain so excruciating that I cannot put words to it.

I laid there for a good hour, by myself, until the pain subsided enough for me to stand up.

The back has been troublesome ever since.

I remember golfing years later with a doctor I had never met before. Around the third hole, he asked me how long I had had a chronic back problem.

He noticed, just by the way I walked, and how I bent over to take the ball out of the cup.

I thought I was pain-free back then, but obviously I was compensating for a very old injury that only a trained eye was able to pick up.

Anyhow, I saw a couple of snowmobilers cutting through a field south of Ottawa the other day, and it got me thinking about re-thinking my plan to hang up the helmet for a winter.

It was one of those days. The Ottawa area had just got a good dumping of snow, the sun was shining, and the temperature was a perfect minus-15.

If there was a day for snowmobiling, this was it.