JOHNSON RETURNS TO BOWBELLS HIGH
By Lyann Olson
Jeanne Johnson has returned to the hallways of Bowbells High School, teaching business/computer and elementary keyboarding.
Johnson was raised on a farm north of Bowbells, the daughter of Glen and Lil Swenson, graduating from Bowbells High in 1969 and Minot State in 1972.
She is married to Jeff Johnson and they have four children, all graduating from Bowbells.
Her oldest, Jared is in an investment advisor and lives in Keller, TX. He and his wife, Meg have one son, Charlie.
Daughter, Jessica lives and teaches in Kenmare. She and her husband, Darrick have two boys, Devin and Dawson.
Jordan has a dentist practice in Scottsville, KY. He is married to SamiJo who is also a dentist.
The youngest, Jacob is a UND graduate and is attending the University of Louisville School of Dentistry in Kentucky. He has a son, Ayden who lives in Williston.
Johnson taught 10 years at West Fargo High School before moving back to Bowbells in 1982. During the summers since 1974, she taught Behind-the-Wheel Drivers Ed in West Fargo, Bowbells, Kenmare, Burke Central and Powers Lake. The last three years, and maybe the most rewarding, she was a para-educator in the Resource Room at Burke Central.
“My biggest challenge is mastering all the new technology,” said Mrs. Johnson. “Lesson plans, attendance, grading is on computer, and going from the dusty chalkboard to using the Smart Board. The students have grown up using the computers, and I have been dropped in trying to teach and play catch-up. The kids have been super and patient with me.”
Johnson concluded, “It’s coming home. I have always been so proud of the great achievements of the graduates of Bowbells and that is from the high standards that have been met by our educational team. I am glad to be a part of it.”
POWERS LAKE 3
PL 13 22 25 25 15
Stanley 25 25 19 23 10
Kills: Brianna Honrud 9, Sydney Titus 5, Delaney Clark 5, Kylie Gunderson 3, Sadie Maruskie 2, Kinzi Grubb 2, Grace Hove 1.
Assists: Maruskie 20.
Aces: Hove 3, Honrud 2, Clark 1, Maruskie 1, Grubb 1.
Blocks: Titus 3, Gunderson 2, Maruskie 1.
DIGS: Grubb 18, Maruskie 4, Hove 4, Honrud 4, Clark 3, Titus 3 and Allison Grote 2.
POWERS LAKE 0
PL 20 20 27
Ray 25 25 29
Kills: Brianna Honrud 9, Sadie Maruskie 6, Sydney Titus 6, Kylie Gunderson 2.
Assists: Maruskie 13, Allison Grote 2.
Aces: Honrud 2, Kinzi Grubb, Delaney Clark, Titus, Grace Hove, Gunderson each with 1.
Blocks: Maruskie, Honrud, Titus and Gunderson, each with 1.
DIGS: Grubb 16, Clark 10, Honrud 8, Maruskie 4, Hove 3, Grote 1.
BURKE COUNTY 3
DIVIDE COUNTY 1
BC 19 25 25 25
DC 25 14 20 22
Kills: Lakin Peterson 11, Heidi Knutson 5, Brook Blom 4.
Assists: Taylor Peterson 13, Reese Heinrich 5.
Aces: Haley Allen 3, Knutson 2, L. Peterson 2.
Blocks: L. Peterson 7, Blom 3.
BURKE COUNTY 2
BC 25 20 24 25 9
Ray 23 25 26 18 15
Kills: Lakin Peterson 18, Brook Blom 12, Heidi Knutson 8, Haley Allen 3, Reese Heinrich 1.
Assists: Taylor Peterson 33.
Aces: T. Peterson 3, Knutson 1, Allen 1.
Blocks: L. Peterson 9, Blom 7.
DIGS: Knutson 33, L. Peterson 29, Allen 29, T. Peterson 22, Blom 17, Heinrich 5.
SERVING: Allen, 100%; T. Peterson, 96%; Knutson 95%, Heinrich 92%.
Have you ever had something happen to you that when it is all done your mind just keeps going over an over with the incident and how you could have made it better? I have that all the time.
Usually for me it is a catfish bite that something just was not right. I think sometimes for hours or even days, “What could I have done different to make the situation better?”
In fact, my book “Cracking the Channel Catfish Code” came from those thoughts that eventually led to research and new patterns, so I guess is isn’t all bad.
Two weeks ago on day two of a catfish trip, one of those days that appears will be running through my head for quite some time.
To start it off, on day one, the typical questions from new people. “Have you ever lost a rod overboard?” My answer was the usual “no, but let’s not make this the first time.”
So we went fishing.
This client got pretty excited when fish hit and with fall looming and a week-long cold front, catfish were tougher to come by than normal.
The second day of the trip started out quick and the fishing shut off just as quick.
I was grinding my way through spots on the pattern like I always do during fall and about two hours in we finally had a hit and oh was it a good one.
The rod folded in the rod holder and there was drag ripping off the reel. This is a sure sign of a big fish.
My client, so excited, ripped the rod from the holder and swung to set the hook. (I had been telling him no need to set the hook with circle hooks but excitement wins many times.) When he swung to set the hook combined with the fish in full steam, his body and arms moved back but the rod stayed right where it was.
It was like the slow motion near catch in a football movie as that rod slowly flipped into the air and into the Mighty Red River.
I was mostly stunned for a second when I noticed the rod and reel were just floating there on the surface of the river. It was just out of reach of the net.
I quickly said “reel up” and headed to pull the anchor and go after the rod. Of course the anchor was stuck on a log and had to be ripped out holding up the show about 30 seconds.
We could still see the rod floating away as we turned back to get after it and “ploop” the fish took a final pull under the surface.
We anchored near where we last saw it and made some casts to try to snag it to no avail.
I guess it finally happened, I had finally lost a rod and reel overboard.
It was bound to happen when guiding for seven years. I have had kids and older women, men with bad arthritis and about every other person who one would think might drop a rod but I never expected it to be this colossal.
So here we are days passed and I keep thinking of what I could have done different or should have done different to get my rod back and maybe have a shot at the prize on the end.
First, instead of trying pull the anchor I should have just let it go. I have a safety float on the rope so I could have just picked it up later.
Second, I could have just reeled up another rod and cast over the top of the floating one and snagged it. (That one didn’t hit me for a few days but would have been a sure thing.)
Lastly, right when it made its final plunge to its burial at sea, I could have turned on the side imaging on my Humminbird to see if I could see it.
Of course I did none of these and the rod is gone.
I should not be bothered by the event at all, yet I am.
It is not like anyone’s life was in jeopardy. Rods and reels can be replaced.
I think in the end it is just karma of the river gods wanting a rod back since I caught two brand new rods (one with a fish still on it) a few weeks earlier.
In any case it is an event I won’t soon forget.
Until next time get outside and make some memories.