Good old Lloyd- never was able to grow a beaver himself… classic!

Hello ! Do you make your puppets on a 3D printer?

Well explained and incredible, how do you achieve the same characteristics?

Very easy ❤

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Many thanks James for sharing your master craftsmanship. I love the character you bring to your puppet faces - brilliant! My wife and I have started doing puppet shows for kids once a month - hope to be able to order one of your custom puppets one day. Keep rockin' it!

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Nooooooo. Lloyd is not a puppet. He's not even a Mupoet. He's Good Old Lloyd.🥰🥰🥰

Sweet-- how about some Bob Dylan next?

Brilliant!!

Yup, all that stuff!

"So, Bjorn, quite the night." "Quite the night, Fud." ~ cracking wood, sparks flying ~ ~ loon call ~ "Fud?" "Yeah." "Do you see that thing on the lake?" "What thing?" "That black shadowy thing. See. Look. It hit the air." "Bjorn, how many of those beers have you drunk?" "What? The six ounce or the twelve?" "Exactly." "No. I'm not kidding. Look! Now it's diving bombing." ~ loon squeal, feathers fluttering ~ ~ owl hoot-hooting ~ "Bjorn?" "Yeah, Fud." "I think it's time we hit the hay." "Right behind ya." ~ hissing leftover beer over the open flames ~ Moral of the Story: Collect old Schmidt beer cans. Do not drink the contents.

Yup, did all that stuff for years at the family cabin, we did not have a blower-thing, we had a 1960s electrical compressor that lasted about 5 seconds before it had to recharge.

Love the sitting room. Any old cabin country veteran would be comfrtable there.

Hilarious!

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Finnish national anthem (playing also in the background in this video) says: "Oi maamme, Suomi, synnyinmaa. Soi sana kultainen!" -> "Oh our country, Finland, motherland. Rings word golden." Truly golden in this case. 😂😀

Outstanding!

Lolololololollll... So, FEEDING the geese didn't work to drive them away, I gather?😏😁 At our acerage that was on a pond in southern Ontario, our neighbour actually had a Canada goose mom have her baby chicks in his wooden tool shed every year. The mother goose knew Earl and she would let him pet the chicks and bring them out of the shed for I and my kiddie friends to look at, but not touch. That mother goose was deadly to anyone else. No one could enter that shed but Earl. The geese landed and took off on the water like gliding 747s every year, and a few would walk up from Earls shore to greet him, but never did they leave the water much. We had a marshy area to the north of the pond and a farmer's field across the water they liked much better than our lawns. We in Beaverdale were lulled to sleep every night - spring, summer and fall - with their honking horns, and the baritone calls of the mating bull frogs, as fire flies lit up the night. Poop? I don't remember seeing it on our lawns. But I was a wee kid. What did I know.😏 Now, onto finding Frank Sinatra's song, Summer Wind, for a book I'm writing... your video had me temporarily waylaid.😊

Yes, Cabin Country mugs for sale?

I am looking forward to the new episode!

Love this podcast. Please keep it going forever. How do I buy one of those glass mugs?

Awesome show! Love seeing the old lures. I have a bunch of my grandfathers old lures, including a Lazy Daisy which until now I had no idea what it was. My father has passed and I have all his old tackle. He loved his Dare Devils and Johnson spoons. One day my son and daughter will end up with all my tackle and fly gear. I hope they appreciate it as much as I have. Thanks for the walk down memory lane!

These guys are geniuses and should have their own show on cable or something similar.