Mudshark

Kathy's Birthday Invite

Here is the invite from Mom's birthday party. Stay tuned for more pictures of the big 5-0 birthday party!

Larry got elfed!

Larry got elfed, him and his friends are really getting down. Please go www.elfyourself.com/?id=1274365830 and see larry get down with his homies!

I ain't proud or anything!

My new granddaughter

This is my new Granddaughter, Kiley May. This is my daughter Joline's 3rd one.

Joline

Here is a picture of Joline at the Packer Viking Game

Mudshark Brewery

Larry should sue... How dare they use his name!

True Cheese Heads/Foam Heads :)

This is a picture of my friend Cheri's husband and her dog Thor, he is one of Sugars pup's. That would be my dog. Don't they look cute, ....... Go Pack

Side Note From Tracé: I don't know that wearing foam on your head constitutes you as being cute ?? :0

Crystal Gayle

For Kathy's birthday, Floyd and Joan took us to Hayward to see a Crystal Gayle concert. After the concert, we went across the hall to the bar to listen to the house band. It was good also. We were going to leave when we noticed that there was still lights on where the concert was. Kathy went inside and asked me if I wanted to see Crystal Gayle. There was a huge line to get her autograph. Kathy moved me so that I could just get a good glimpse of Crystal. When Crystal saw me, she came up to me and ask if she could get a picture with me.

Finally I got a boy!

This is my nursie Heather and her baby boy; Landan;8pounds 4oz
(Doesn't he look like me ;)

A Letter from Fred

This is a copy of what Fred wrote to you and Mom when you were born and Dad took them to the hospital.

Jean

Nursie Heather got hitched!

This is a picture of my nursie, Heather, her new husband Jake and her inlaws Kathy & Dan.

Such good photography!

Obviously who ever took this picture Larry was the main focus, not the cute baby. They cut off half of the baby but managed to get Larry centered perfectly....hmmmm, they also got the furniture in the back centered quite well. Sorry it is all under lined but I could not get it un-underlined

Is he really in there??

I am told Larry is in the truck, since the story does not include him, I am a bit suspicious. It could be anyone in that truck, Hell he could be riding around with Minnie Mouse?? :)) I retyped the story so those who are hard of seeing can read the artical that accompanies it.

Greg Barstow, 14 has perhaps been the most envied your mand in St. Croix Falls this summer, Greg has been working for his dad, Dave, operating the loader as gravel is piled inot dump trucks. Removal of the huge gravel hill behind the hospital will make room for a new parking lot to the east.

Larry's New Girl Friend

Here is a picture of Larry and his new girlfriend that he met on the side lines of the Packer Viking game at the Metrodome.

The Devil Wears Green and Gold!

This picture is of Larry and his friends Sue and Nancy. Sue and Nancy are showing their true colors, you can see them trying to corrupt poor innocent Larry!

Nursies off the market

Larry is bummed his cute nursies are off the market... Tara and Heather both got married. Tara married Casey Kahne the race car driver.

Larry's Naughty Nursies!

According to Larry, this i the proper attire for his nursies. I am not sure that I have ever seen them walking around the house like this, maybe it is time for eye surgery for Larry!

Funny from Larry!

nce upon a time long, long, ago there was a season when neither the Packers
nor the Vikings made the post season playoffs. It seemed so unusual, that
the management of both teams got together and decided that there should

be some sort of competition between the two teams because of their great

rivalry. So, they decided on a weeklong ice fishing competition. The team

that catches the most fish at the end of the week wins.

So on a cold northern Wisconsin lake they began their contest.

The first day after 8 hours of fishing the Packers had caught 100 fish and
the Vikings had 0.

At the end of the 2nd day the Packers had caught 200 fish and the Vikings 0.

That evening the Viking coach got his team together and said, "I suspect
some kind of cheating is taking place", So the next morning he dressed one

of his players in green and gold and sent him over to the Packer camp to

act as a spy.

At the end of the day he came back to report to the coach. The coach asked
"Well, how about it, are they cheating?"

"They sure are," the player reported, "They're cutting holes in the ice".

Devil 0 Nursies 1

This is Trace', and since graduating college Larry has put me to work on numerous projects, he is very proud that I can Photoshop ( I have a BA in fine art, with a concentration in Graphic Design, but that doesn't impress him much, he is more impressed with my photo manipulation skills) So, over the years I have been putting cheese bikinis on people, changed his bus into a packer bus, and as you can see, one of his favorite is putting devil horns on his nurses and the Vikings Cheerleaders, ( I guess even GORGEOUS girls wearing purple are YUKKY YUKKY POO!) It looks like it was a huge inconvenience to be surrounded by such horrific creatures!

Well one of the photo manipulations backfired and Now you can see Larry for really what he is....
THE DEVIL :)

RPS

I did find out what RPS is...
It is from a SNL (Saturday Night Live Skit)
It means Rapid P_____ Syndrome.
I guess Larry has been diagnosed with it,
I am sure he diagnosed him self!

Larry has a harem of women, I am not sure what it is that women see in him, but they seem to LOVE to sit on his lap!
The first picture is the top banana of the harem, she has been around the longest. Second picture is Krissy, third and fifth is Smiley Mel, and 4th person is Heather, and for some reason Larry has the biggest smile when she sits on his lap!!

A post from Larry

Larry told me to post this:

I just found out that I have RPS.

I will follow up with more when I find out what RPS is??
Trace'

Nutted

One friday night before deer hunting, I left the Straight 8 and headed for the Dam. It was late, but I only had a few beers so I wasn't drunk. Before highway 46 on top of the hill I met a cop. He put on his brakes and turned around behind me. Wouldn't you know it, a huge buck ran out in front of me. The cop wasn't over the hill yet so I didn't dare swerve because he didn't see the deer. His back leg crossed over my hood and took out a headlight. Luckily, that was the only damage. I pulled over then the cop passed right by me, but then he turned around again. We looked for the buck but he wasn't there. What we found wqs a couple spots of blood and one nut. His sack must have got caught between my hood and front fender and popped his nut out! Would that hurt? The next day I went to look for him but didn't find him or any trace of him.

Night in the Rotten Apple

A buddy and I were sitting at a Sealane diner in New Jersey. We thought it would be a good night to party in the rotten qpple. So we called a taxi and qsked the driver where there was a good place to party. So he took us to a dive in upper New York. I felt it was like Archie's place! They were just a bunch of old guys, so we decided to go. I split my money up and stuck it in all of my pockets. I figured it was a smart thing to do. We started walking towards 42nd street. That got old fast, so we stuck out our thumbs. We got picked up by a van that had a chopper in it. Them guys were very cool. They knew the right place to go! We had a lot of fun! They dropped us off at 42nd street. We were just walking around, when a young babe stepped in front of me and immediately pulled her top up. There was about four girls standing behind me with their hands all over me digging in my pockets. I grabbed my wallet and keys; it was all I had left. No big deal. So we walked on. Pretty soon a little kid came up to us and wanted to sell us a nickelbag. We must have looked like suckers. It was just toliet paper wrapper in zig zags. Too funny! So we walked on. My buddy found a girlfriend but she wouldn't come out of the shadows. I told him no, but he wouldn't listen. She musta been one hundred! That was the last time I ever saw him. When i got to the sealane, his truck was gone, so I walked on. The city never really sleeps. The bars only have to be closed for an hour, but they don't close at the same time. I went into a strip joint. I met a girl from Brazil. I offered to buy her a drink, but they just gave her the mix. They threw me out after awhile. So I went into a different bar and had another one, but went back to the strip club. After she danced, I offered her another drink but she said no. She liked talking to me. When they through me out the next time, they weren't so nice. They actually picked me up and through me in the street. I came back a half hour later and they were waiting for me at the door. So I walked on. I had no idea what time it was because I never carried a watch. Like I cared. I saw something glowing in the sky. I thought one of those damn buildihgs was one fire! The first time I went to the big city, I wondered where all the people lived. Where I come from, people live in houses. I had no idea they lived in skyscrapers. It must have been late cause the sun was coming up. That was the glowing from the sky. So I thought it was time for me go, but how would I? I didn't have enough money for a taxi. I didn't even know the address of the Sealane. So I followed the bums into the Grand Central Station, but the cops threw us out after awhile. So I walked on. I finally figured out what bus would go under the river. So I got on. I told the driver how much money I had so he threw me out after we were under the river. I kinda knew where I was but not exactly. So I called a taxi. I thought I had enough money in my truck but I didn't. I told him to keep the meter running, and he followed me to Rubes. Of course, Rube didn't want to take a check more then what the fuel was, but he did. So I went to nebisco's to load.

OCEANSIDE CALIFORNIA

I did live in California for awhile. My parents and sister came out to see me. I had a large camper on the back of Ol' Blue, so we decided to take a trip down the coast. It was Dad, Mom, Jean, Jon, Jessie, Joline, Deb and I. It was quite the truckful! The first night we got a place at a campground in Oceanside. It was really nice, it was right across from the beach. Oceanside is where the Big Marine base is. After we put everyone to bed, we went for a little walk in town and on the beach. Deb went to check on the kids, and I just laid there watching the tide rolling in. I might have fallen asleep, when all of the sudden someone kicked me in the back. I jumped up. It was a cop! He told me that I was under arrest. I thought he was kidding so we walked to his car. He told me that I was coming peacefully so he didn't need to use any handcuffs. I asked him if I could tell my family. We could see the camper from there. That was my first clue that he wasn't kidding.
So off we went to the city jail. They threw me into a padded holding cell. Before that they strip searched me in the hallway in front of an office with women in it. When I was bent over I looked between my legs and asked them, "Do you see anything you like?" I guess that was the wrong thing to say. After awhile when I was in the holding cell, a cop came in trying to be a big man, I guess. He wasn't nice. He came in quickly, and I jumped up fast and made a fist. Just as fast, I spread my fingers. He fumble for his night stick and I just stood there thinking he wouldn't do anything. I was a little wrong. He beat the shit out of me! I put my hands up over my head, and he still beat me! He split open my elbow and probably broke or chipped it. My shirt was covered in blood. the girl in the office thought that I should probaby go to the hospital, but they weren't up for that.
After awhile, they took me to the hospital. When I got there, a nurse told the cop that a woman got the shit knock out of her and was raped. They liked that so they went to see her. she was still unconscious. There was a lot of ohhing and aweing as they inspected her. I was handcuffed to the chair. The Doctor finally came in, and was an asshole. He brushed my open elbow. Damn that hurt! He said I was fine.
They decided it was time for me to go back to city jail. On the ride there, I let one go. It was rotton! They pulled over the car on the side of the road. The one cop told me that if I did it again, he would beat the shit out of me. So naturally, I let a bigger one go. He just went and left. He didn't do anything. City jail was like the Hilton compared to county jail. I was in a cell with at least twelve other people, mostly illegal immigrants and a few druggies. One guy in the corner had a business suit on. I guess he was traveling from San Diego to Los Angeles. He had only had one drink and was a little nervous. There wasn't any sink, or any bathroom. All they had was a toliet in the middle of the room. I wondered where I would be able to get a drihk after awhile. I saw a guy pick up a plastic jar just by the toliet, then used it to get a drink from it.

Tippy

Here is a dog named Tippy.

Larry = Shack??

Here is Larry out side of some shack?

Genuine Norlund

Larry likes the Genuine Norlund stuff. Mostly Axes and Knifes, it is really a brand....

Oh Homer!

Some Car??

Snowmobiling

Not sure, but this may be Larry on his snowmobile!!

Hunky Boy

Boy who is this young chap??
Nice bangs!! :)

Happy New Year!

Here is a picture of Kathy (mom) in 1977-1978
Looks like the picture is of her waitressing at the
Dam in Amery for New Years eve

The Great Snowmobile Trip

This is from Rabbit

Must have been the winter of '72 or '73, anyhow we were old enough to get into bars, but Larry, Dennis Carlson and I took a weekend snowmobile trip up north to the shack we had on the Namekagon River . This was before Larry was Mudshark, but he may have still been driving the Mudshark at the time. Probably not though, he was probably driving the '65 Chevy pickup with the melted hood and had turned the Mudshark into kind of a stock car, sort of. Carlson was definitely Oaktree, which if you knew him at that time you already know.

Saturday night we decided to see if we could find some excitement so we jumped on the sleds and headed off. The nearest civilization was Webb Lake, but in those days it was closed for the winter, probably still is but I haven't been there for 30 years. We kept on going and finally ended up at Bumps and Betty's. I think it was over by Des Moines Lake, or the Mckenzie Lakes. Anyway it was probably 10 or 15 miles from the shack. I don't think Larry or Oaktree had been there before, so they were relying on me to navigate, not a good idea.

Not long after we got there this old guy stumbles in, must have been 35, maybe even 40. He spots us 3 manly specimens, staggers over and asks us to help him get his car out of the ditch. We agreed, jumped on our sleds and headed down the road. Larry and I got to his car first (Oaktree was riding his trusty 12/3 Ski-doo and was generally about a half mile behind) We found a VW Bug buried in 3 or 4 feet of snow in the ditch, and a bunch of bozo's trying to pull it out with a Ski-doo Nordic. Larry walked over, sized up the situation and politely and respectfully told them to get the hell out of the way, and when the guy on the Ski-doo got there we'd get it out. Sure enough Oaktree arrived, and while the other guys watched, he picked up the front end and set it on the road while Larry and I kind of pushed from the rear, and out it came. Well Larry was probably pushing. The old guy was pretty happy and pretty drunk so he took us back to the tavern and proceeded to buy us lots of beers, offered to introduce us to his daughters and all kinds of cool stuff.

About 10 o'clock Oaktree announces he's ready to go back to the shack. We told him we weren't leaving yet so he asked for directions and said he was going by himself. I was pretty sure he'd get lost if he tried so I gave him directions so bad that I figured not even Oaktree would try to follow them. Basically told him to take a right, then a left, then another right, a whole shitload of lefts and a right and there you are. He says thanks and away he went, in the wrong direction. Larry and I decided he would be turning around and coming back so we just watched for him out the window and kept on drinking.

When they closed the bar for the night and threw us out we kind of figured out he wasn't coming back, so we decided we would follow him, find him and lead him home. After all, he'd only been gone a couple hours. We rode around aimlessly for a while and didn't find him, so at some point we decided to head on back to the shack, maybe he had made it after all. About this time I failed to notice a tee in the road, and buried myself in a snowbank. By the time we got it out my engine had stalled, and I wasn't doing a real good job of starting it. I think it was a '68 Rupp with a 340 Sachs single cylinder, so no such thing as electric start. Larry being the helpful guy he is came over and gave it a try, and says damn, I pulled the starter rope off. Sure enough he handed me a rope like thing, which I stuck in my pocket. Now things were a little hazy by now, but as I recall, Larry kicked my sled, and managed to hit the clutch just right, turned it over one time and the damned thing started. He said he did it on purpose too. I could be wrong, but that's how I remember it. Away we went, but now for some reason my headlight isn't working, so Larry takes the lead, and I'm steering from the rear. After a while we realized that we had gone by the same house 3 or 4 times. It had a sign out front that said Burnett County Zoning Administrator, and appeared to be occupied year round. Anyway there was a garage with a car in it, so we decided that wisest thing to do was hide the snowmobiles, "borrow" the car and drive it around until we figured out where the hell we were. Then we could come back, get the sleds and go home. Problem was the garage was locked or something, or maybe we actually figured out how stupid an idea it was, so back on the sleds and finally we stumbled across Highway 77, but several miles west of where we needed to be. 77 was completely free of snow or ice, but we sure as hell weren't going back the way we came, so away we went, right down the center line. Larry was riding an Arctic Cat with steel cleats, wide ass open on bare blacktop and put on a fireworks display like I never saw before or since. Beat the hell out of a Balsam Lake 4th of July. Once we got back on 77 I knew where I was and we made it back to the shack in no time. By now it was probably 3 or 4 in the AM, so we were really hoping we'd find Oaktree back at the ranch, but no sign of his Ski-doo in the yard. Well we figured we had to go back out and try to find him, but decided to make a pot of coffee first. As we were sitting at the table waiting for the coffee to boil, we heard some strange noises coming from the bunk room. Kind of sounded like the Rolling Stones, only a lot slower. Under My Thumb as I recall. Oaktree brought along this really cool battery operated portable 8 track player and a Stones tape, but of course no extra batteries. Well we check it out, and there's Carlson, boots and all curled up in bed with his 8 track player and Mick and the guys.

It turns out he had managed to take my shitty directions and pulled a homing pigeon, but with one slight mistake. He missed the turnoff for the shack, and ended up on the Moore Farm Creek road about 50 yards up the ridge from the shack. He saw the light we left on, and tried to cut through the woods, but ended up stuck in a scrub oak tree behind the outhouse. Damn fool had been laying in a nice warm bed for several hours while we ran around in circles. Something else strange, the next morning the starter rope was back on my engine, but somehow the headlight cable had ended up in my pocket.

The above is the absolute 100% total truth, at least that's the way I remember it after more years than I care to admit. And besides that, the only other people who were there were as drunk as I was, and probably just as full of shit.
Larry, we did have some times didn't we? I have been around the world, and visited 5 of the 7 continents, but I ain't never met anyone one else like you. By the way, what the hell does erdag mean?

Rabbit

****SIDE NOTE from Rabbit: Ain't nothing wrong with my eyes that really thick lenses and some cataract surgery won't fix, and I'm here to tell you that if you were cute then I get mistaken for Fabio 3 or 4 times a day. And I didn't catch it the first time but what the hell does she mean about you being nice?

I hadn't thought about the OD trick in 20 years I bet. Keep the stories coming. You should try and get Carlson to do the Canadian fishing trip or the Mexican adventure.

DEAD JUNKIE!

This story is by: Stevie

I was a sophomore; Larry was a senior when we dated for a spell. Not only was he nice (and cute), but also had a sense of humor……which has always been my primary attraction to other people.

My parents were gone most weekend evenings, so my house became a gathering spot for my friends. My group of friends – Larry included – was actually a pretty good group of kids. We may have been a little devilish - gotten into a little bit of trouble every now & then…..some of us smoked…..some of us drank…..but that was pretty much it.

One Saturday night, Larry and a couple of his buddies came over and after a while Larry got up to go to the bathroom. Larry seemed to be gone longer than “normal”, so his friend, Steve Peterson, went to check on him. Within just a few seconds Steve was back with a look of terror on his face. He grabbed my hand & pulled me towards the bathroom saying “You have got to see this!!!” The rotten-pigs that lots of 17-18 year old boys can be, I was expecting something totally different than what I saw as I rounded the doorway into the bathroom. There laid Larry sprawled out on the floor of the bathroom, his eyes were closed, there was a tourniquet around his upper arm, needle stuck into his forearm, with a stream of blood trickling from it; candle burning and a spoon filled with white powder laying close beside. (I think my initial shock was that I didn’t even know that Larry did drugs.) I didn’t have to check…..I knew he was dead. I began to scream & cry. (Oh how we teenagers think…I knew firstly that my parents were gonna be so pissed that someone had died in their bathroom and then, multiply their anger times 10, when they found out it was from a drug overdose! I would probably be grounded for months because of “this one”.) I ran from the bathroom towards the phone to call the police…..and as I began to dial………..here came Larry & his “asshole friends” walking from the bathroom laughing. Not little giggles…..but really, really BIG LAUGHS.

I remember being VERY upset about this initially I think I even asked the rotten shit-heads to leave the house. I didn’t know if I could ever “forgive” them for this one. I think it was the same night that I received a phone call from Larry, Steve & Dennis, apologizing for the “extreme nasty” they had pulled on me. Of course they were instantly forgiven.

Larry – you are a wonderful part of my life, thank you for your continued friendship through the years….and also thank you for (I can’t believe I’m saying this)…...your “extreme nasty”. I have shared this story with many, and will continue to share it, as each time I tell it, I think of you, and I smile.

Love,
Stevie

****Comments from Larry- It was just powder sugar and a cow syringe. I did poke myself to make myself bleed. I don't think Stevie really gave a shit that I was dead, she was just scared that her parents would be pissed. (ha! ha!) What a babe. I can't believe she admitted to going out with me!

Wild Cat

On a trip to the dirty side with my ex she had a relative that lived in Conneticut that she had never met before. She had decided to call her up and set up a meeting. Her relative lived in a really nice upper class neighborhood. While we were there she got a phone call from the humane society. I was curious so she explained that she had a wild cat in her basement. I thought maybe it was a bob cat or a cougar. she had been having trouble with it for a few days, so i asked her if I could see it.

Animal control had been already been there but they didn't have any luck catching it. I went down to the basement and to my surprise it was just a house cat. It was a tom cat that had been living in the wild that had snuck in through a window a few days prior and had been terrorizing them ever since. They were scared and didn't dare go into the basement. I took a mop handle and put a rope around the end of it. when I was in the basement, I didn't see hide nor hair of it, so I started opening up cabinets that were up by the ceiling. I didn't hear a sound from him until I opened up the cabinet where he was hiding. Then he got pissed! He started growling and hissing at me. It took me a few tries but I did catch him eventually. When I looped him with the rope he started circling and twisting and started choking. Wouldn't you know it, animal control showed up right then. They thought he choked to death, but I knew better. He started spasming on the floor like he had died then went still. Animal control had wanted to pick him up but I told them "no." They had a cage so I told them to put him in it. When I took off the rope the cat went crazy.

Nine lives, and he just used up one of em! He tried to rip the steel in the cage up, and nearly did! I guess I didn't know how psycho the cat was until then.

This is a picture of Larry & Mom's wedding day.
I am sure Larry has a great story to go along with this picture.

I think it was the best day of his life... He not only got a great lady, he expanded his brood from two to six. All girls. Then Krissy came along to make seven.

Larry always said he would have sent us all to college on what he spent in toilet paper over the years.

This is an oldie but goodie...
Larry, Kathy, and the cute little shit in the center is me (Trace')

(I am helping Larry out by uploading pictures and such, It takes him a while to send me text so in the mean time I will try to explain these pictures until he can, I am sure his story about them are much much more entertaining :)

Madden vs. Maddison....

All I know about this picture is the hansom guy (dark haired one :)
is Jesse the son of Jean, who is a great friend of Larry's...

Always Horse'n around...

I am not sure if this is Kathy (mom)
or Krissy, hmmm who knew they looked so much alike on a horse.

***7/9/7 Side Note: It is Krissy on the horse. Here is her message to me (Trace')
Oh thanks, I feel loved, can't even tell me and mom apart! lol. It is me riding Ceezar at the Polk Co. Fair 2 years ago.