Greetings and Happy New Year!
Thank You, for giving me the opportunity to represent you.
Greetings and Happy New Year! Everyone is saying what a bad year 2020 was, and good riddance. Well, for those who lost jobs or their business, I agree. I agree even more for those who lost a loved one. The latter includes most of us I’m afraid. Being an eternal optimist, I thought 2020 had its high points. Let me explain. Because of the virus, we were forced into social distancing and being outside more. I used the virus excuse to fish more than ever and it was by far my best fishing year.
In fact, my biggest accomplishment came while fishing with my grandson Hunter. He and I spent a day on the lake. We caught more fish than I ever have. One reason was after limiting on walleyes, my favorite fish and the best eating, we got into northern pike (big ones) and silver bass (also big silver bass). Pound for pound I think silver bass fight more than any other fish. We had so many in the boat, (no, it didn’t start sinking! It’s a Ranger and you can’t sink a Ranger.), Hunter texted his dad as to what was the limit. Well, to our glee, kind of, as Grandpa was getting tired, we found out there wasn’t a limit. You can catch as many silver bass as you want. Well, we finally got off the lake, cleaned the fish we kept, and Hunter said, “Grandpa, I’ve reeled in so many fish my wrists hurt.” Now how can you beat that?
Hunter never complains. When it comes to lion hunting, we can be in a set calling and I’ll whisper asking if he’s cold. He shakes his head no. Then I whisper, “Would you tell me if you were?” He also shakes his head no!
I also shot more pheasants than ever, mostly thanks to the best hunting dog ever, our chocolate lab, Mocha.
I also hooked up with a high school classmate who is a diehard goose hunter and with his tutelage shot more Canadian geese than ever before.
Last, with my bow licenses, I got a trophy whitetail east river and a trophy whitetail here in the Black Hills. My bank account reflects that. Remember when you could get a deer head done at the taxidermist for $250? Not anymore. The only thing left on my bucket list is to harvest a big male lion. Those were the ups for 2020.
Now the downs. Right before Christmas, like Dec. 12ish, Marcia and I came down with the communist Chinese virus, Covid-19. Marcia had it worse than me, although I’ve yet to regain my sense of smell. Coffee in the morning just isn’t the same without being able to smell the coffee!
One scary episode during our Covid illness was about 3:30 am. Marcia woke me and was in bad shape. I told her we were going to the hospital. I grabbed her winter coat and got her into our pickup. On the way to town, (we headed to Rapid City as I wasn’t sure about the ER in Custer at 3:30 am), Marcia, sitting in the passenger seat with her eyes closed, says something to the effect of “I’ve lived a good life and I’m ready to pass over!” I about went in the ditch! I yelled, “Marcia, you’re an angel and there’s no doubt in my mind you’re going to heaven, but let’s wait 30 years.”
To the citizens of South Dakota and to the men and women in uniform, in honor of all who served, in respectful memory of all who fell, and in great appreciation to those who serve today, Thank You, for giving me the opportunity to represent you.
Tim R. Goodwin, District 30 Representative

