Little Kildare Shareholders Meeting Notice

The annual meeting of Shareholders of Little Kildare, Inc. will be held on

SATURDAY, JANUARY 10, 2009

at the

BLACK RIVER VALLEY CLUB

131 WASHINGTON STREET

WATERTOWN, NY 13601

Dutch treat lunch at 12:30 pm

Meeting to begin at 2:00 pm

Agenda will be sent out by Secretary John Cook

The Angel of Carry Falls

Very few of us can skip through life without picking up a nickname somewhere along the line. Lucky for me, I got mine when I was only a couple of days old... thank God. Then again, some receive theirs later in life.

Angel, is a common nickname for Angelo... I don't think its common for James... but what the hell, this is my BLOG and I guess I can make up the rules.

If any of you are fortunate to get a tap on the shoulder and a soft whisper of prayer from the Angel of Carry Falls, you may soon find good fortune at Kildare.

This is what happened to Dave Waterbury this summer before he went fishing with Nick Lee on Carry Falls. This 19 lb, 36" Northern Pike was caught over Old Hollywood, 40 feet deep on crank bait.

If you happen to see the Angel of Carry Falls, be sure to rub his belly for good luck.

It's an old Italian message. Mr. 8pt sleeps with the fishes.

Well, well, well. I guess it is true that diligence pays off. Eugene Renzi spent a full year scouting one of his favorite spots on Kildare. Learning the ways of the whitetail... sleeping when they sleep, eating when they eat, drinking when they drink. The first 4 weeks of the season, he monitored the trails, looked for sign and dragged a stand deep into the woods, 3/4 of a mile from the nearest road. Saturday, November 18th, he knew the time was right. He packed a bag with extra clothes to make the trek back into the woods to his spot. Climbed into the stand and was determined to stay there despite the downpour of rain. Around 3 o'clock, he was soaked from head to toe and the thought of getting down and heading to camp just wasn't in the cards. He knew the time was now. The rain was so loud, the only sense was his sight. At 3:47 pm, he noticed slight movement in the evergreens. He saw the white of antler shine from the soaking rain. From his explaination, Eugene was frustrated as no clear shot was available, and the thought of loosing this beautiful 8 point into the woods was crushing. The buck stopped, and turned quartering toward Eugene. One deep breath, the cross hairs pinned on his front shoulder, a careful squeeze of the trigger and it was all over. A clean shot through the heart. After a speedy field dressing, and quick drag over the wet ground to the truck, Eugene was able to get the Main Camp in time for dinner and a celebration was had by all. 176 lbs and by our guess, this buck was 3 1/2 years old. Congratulations Eugene.