The Legends of FAW•KINN•AE RSS

A crazy story about how a biker couple's friend got his FAWKINNAE bumper sticker. While attending the Dirty Rotten Bikerfest in Oak Grove, Minnesota.

What red-blooded American male wouldn’t kill to go on a Lake of the Woods ice fishing trip? Back in the early 90’s, (that’s 1990’s, not 1890’s) my answer was always a resounding, “Fawkinnae Yes!” Fishing was generally quite good and the camaraderie was excellent, just the recipe for a good party. As was the custom at first ice, a group of friends set out for Baudette, MN on a snowy Thursday night. Seven guys in 3 different vehicles, some pulling trailers full of fishing gear and portables, were on their way to another exciting ice fishing voyage to Lake of the Woods. Since this was before the popularity of cell phones, each vehicle was equipped with a crude type of...

A couple years ago I invited my daughter's friend Emilee to come along with me to the Flood Run. The "Flood Run" is a motorcycle ride held twice a year, spring and fall, and is currently a charity event for Gillette Children's Hospital. The ride runs approximately between Hudson, WI and Red Wing, MN along both sides of he Mississippi and St. Croix Rivers. Emilee is a creative person, skilled with a camera and I wanted to see what would happen if she videotaped bikers at the Nauti Hawg in Diamond Bluff, WI. I simply asked her to photograph people as they attempted to read her Fawkinnae shirt... she kicked ass! #fawkinnae #floodrun #nautihawg #harleyride #sayitloud #bikerparty  

A walleye fishing adventure in Ontario, Canada. What can go wrong when catching big walleyes and nature calls. A dark, yet hilarious fishing, camping story.

Hey Rob, what's all that white stuff out there, " I screamed over the howling of the wind. "It's snow you idiot", he yelled back. "Since when do we get snow in late May here in Minnesota", I quipped back. Rob was too busy trying to light a fire in our makeshift campsite to even answer back. "Faw-kinn-ae", I said to myself, "This is my last day to bag a spring turkey and I'll be going home empty handed." I hadn't fully prepared for 10 inches of snow. "What bird in his right mind would even come down out of the roost," my turkey hunting partner of 12 years mumbled over a cup of luke warm coffee. It didn't matter....