Karl Seckinger

Karl "Trout Whisperer" Seckinger is an outdoor enthusiast and resides in northeastern Minnesota.

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First aid in the field

Posted by: Karl Seckinger Updated: June 27, 2009 - 12:31 PM

I was trained in the fine of art of what the United States army called COMBAT MEDIC. So forgive me for being completely biased on this little issue. First aid kits come in all shapes and sizes. The GI standard issue kit of my day even included a sling that multi tasked as a tourniquet. Hopefully, you will never need something so extreme in any of your outdoor adventures.

Maybe your kit includes sunscreen, basic bandages, and aspirin. That’s fine for a little hillside hike. But if you’re going to take a weekend trip that includes portages or winter camping, or even a week long remote deer hunt your going to want to super size your first aid kit.

When accumulating the necessary supplies, you can talk to first responders or the local rescue squad for some “most often” used supplies. Large outfitters, depending on their specialty and by that I mean are they river trout guides in Wyoming or horseback elk wall tent mountain men who do not carry all the same equipment with respect to first aid.

Buying an off the shelf first aid kit can be a good start. Then go through it item by item. The combat medic teams, I served with, checked each other’s bags for the standard issue items. We knew what was in our kits. We also were instructed in the proper use of these items. There are not many courses I know of that teach first aid unless you have served on your volunteer fire department or had red cross training. But to own the kit and then not know what’s in it, or how to use it is dangerous, if you know what suddenly hits the fan.

A first aid kit is like the spare boat trailer tire. You hope you never need the thing but your awful glad its there if you do. Another big deep breath item is they very fact that you may be using these supplies on a very close friend or loved one. That is typically who we enjoy the great outdoors with. So, if before you leave, you go through the kit with all involved and keeping in mind any special medicines or prescriptions or allergies you can have one awesome FIRST AID KIT.

FIRST AID KIT is in caps because you could literally be the “first aid” someone receives. One more thing, sterile is only until the package has been opened or compromised. Compromised could mean someone spilled orange crush soda on the packaging and it got soaked up. Compromised could be that the expiration date has been achieved.

If you match a good kit with some basic but current CPR you’re a long way towards peace of mind on what’s supposed to be fun in the great outdoors. Hopefully you never have to hear someone yell… MEDIC!

Be safe, be prepared, and enjoy the outdoors,
The trout whisperer

Fishing in the Little League

Posted by: Karl Seckinger Updated: June 5, 2009 - 2:36 PM

Dad who got that fly ball? Father answers, number eight CAUGHT that infield hit, pal. He’s your fave remember, he’s the shortstop. And you’re my shortstop, got it? Yeah dad, I got it. Then the rod started to bend.

Now, I know the biggest walleye I ever saw was fourteen inches. The kids eyes couldn’t have been bigger and that fish in his little hands looked massive with a two fisted grip. The fishing line was drooling away from the Walters jaw with a chartreuse jig, twister tail and chomped minnow remains.

The little bugger didn’t want to set the fish down. When he did, he drops down on both knees into the boats carpeted deck. One dry docked walleye was really getting some appreciation. His dad undid the jig and Jr. wanted to just sit and hold his catch. So we let him.

This is your average little boy with a life jacket that is something he’s supposed to grow into for size. The vest is legal, but maybe a tad large. Finally his fish goes into the aerated live well and it becomes the onboard aquarium. Dad and I are happy for young son.

He doesn’t want to fish anymore right now, he just wants to watch it swim and flare its gills. His little face is a smeared grin. Two little Red wind whipped cheeks couldn’t look or make you feel any better.

Kinda cool how just one walleye makes you remember, how one walleye, is so special. Fingers go into the live well and dad issues a warning. We get the newest member of the Minnesota angling club rigged back up, but he just keeps lifting the live well lid.

Right then, for just a moment, I didn’t want him to catch another fish during our day.  I knew it wasn’t a wall hanger, or a mounter, but it should have been. I think back now in what a mistake it was to keep fishing instead of just heading for the taxidermist.

We got plenty of pictures after the boat was tied up for the day and then I wasn’t sure exactly which was his first fish. I let dad dig the fish out of water for his posed into forever photo. Then we stringered the mess and took some more.

One picture shows  two big goofy looking guys with camo hats and one whipper snapper of a young boy whose arms are stretched so big to try and hold up his end of the deal. Nick Punto, number eight, of the Minnesota Twins would be proud of whose wearing his cap today.

The trout whisperer


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