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Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Story of the Trigger and stuff



I believe I received the rifle mount for my wheelchair in 2005 from my friend Dustin. We had talked and had looked on the Internet for different types of wheelchair rifle mounts and one day I was surprised by Dustin with this awesome gift. Now we just need to figure out how to mount it to my wheelchair, because nothing is simple. All wheelchairs are not created equal. That means nothing fits like it is supposed to. There was going to be a need for some farming ingenuity.


I could tell right away that the way the instructions wanted it mounted to my wheelchair was not going to work for me. The post where the mount attaches would be right between my knees. This would suck for getting in and out of the chair. Knowing my luck something not good would happen. So after looking at it for a while we decided to mount it on the right side of my wheelchair. This means I could actually leave it on the chair at all times not having to worry about it getting in the way when transferring in and out of the chair. I also figured out a way to rig up my fishing rod in the same rifle mount. Two birds. But that's another story.

Here is the model I have. Click here.

After the obstacle of actually getting the rifle mount mounted to my chair, we had one more problem. That was the trigger. We had many different rudimentary ideas and tried many different rudimentary things. One of the first ideas was to attach a heavy gauge wire on my right splint and I would pull back on the trigger with that. This idea did not work because I couldn't keep my arm up that long to get it into the trigger. Also once the wire hook was in the trigger, I couldn't get it back out. Not very safe. Next we tried attaching a string loop around the trigger, and then I would try to hook that loop with the heavy gauge wire attached to my splint. This also didn't work and wasn't very safe. Especially if I had a semi auto. I also bought some stuff and things off of the internets that we tried for a trigger but none worked.

One day in 2009 when Tito and I were running out of ideas for a trigger. A meeting of the minds came together randomly. I have no idea but for some reason my uncle Gary, brother-in-law Brad, great friend Don B, my dad, Tito my favorite Lawrence and myself were standing around trying to come up with a solution for the trigger. Brad or Gary mentioned having some type of lever that would trip the trigger and then my dad said we could attach it to the trigger guard and then Don B said I have an idea. Within a couple days Don B had the trigger machined out and it was ready for a test run. This is the first time I shot with that trigger. The design is so easy and simple yet it works perfectly. It only took us four years… But perfection takes time.


Since the first design of the trigger we really haven't had to change much about it. Depending on what gun it is going to get mounted on, sometimes the gap where it attaches to the trigger guard needs to be made a little bigger. With a fine file this can be done quickly. But one of the best things about this trigger mechanism is that it is pretty universal. I can switch it from my Ruger 22 to my Remington Model 2600 and then to my Weatherby shotgun with just a simple allen wrench. No adjustments need to be made. This trigger mechanism even works on my Carbon Express Intercept crossbow. This trigger mechanism has fit on every rifle I have tried it on. The only guns it does not fit on are some shotguns. The reason is because some shotgun trigger guards are rounded. For this trigger mechanism to work the trigger guard needs to be flat below the trigger.


Once we got the trigger mechanism fine-tuned, I decided to post a video to YouTube on my channel. After a while when this video was watched and shared, I learned that there was a need for this trigger on the market. A small-market but there was a need. I had a list of about 10 disabled shooters that were interested if I could make more. The problem was where I could get more made. Then someone suggested asking one of the trade schools in the state. So I looked up the machinist instructor at North Dakota State College of Science in Wahpeton, Steven Johnson. Johnson is an Associate Professor/Chair for the Precision Machining Technology and Welding Technology Departments at the college. Johnson was very interested and said his spring semester class would use it for one of their class projects. Once I got the blueprints or specs to Steve, the wheels were set in motion. I received the 20 triggers the beginning of May. The next week we had them tested and they were ready to be shipped. I can't thank Johnson and his class enough for what they have done for me and my fellow disabled shooters throughout the nation. We are indebted.


Before I was going to send them out I knew I should probably cover my backside. So I got a hold of my personal lawyer Neil and he wrote up a waiver of liability form to send out to the possible recipients. They would sign this waiver and return it before I would send them a trigger. No money was exchanged or will be exchanged for these triggers. This is just something I wanted to do for my fellow shooters.

Aim small, miss small my friends…

Thanks for reading, Clint



Sunday, May 6, 2018

Getting the news



I guess I really didn't know how to feel after the accident. I really didn't know what was going on. I don't remember much for about a month after the accident. The first thing I remember is the doctor getting my family together and telling me that I will be paralyzed for the rest of my life.

When you're 15 I don't think you realize what that means. I don't think it matters how old you are when someone tells you that. That you are going to be paralyzed for the rest of your life. How could one be prepared for that? How could one be prepared for that at any age? How do you take all of that in? How do you comprehend what just happened? How do you know what is going to change in your life? How do you know what you can't do anymore? How do you know what you can do anymore?

I remember when they released me from the hospital. I remember thinking why are they releasing me? I am not fixed. I cannot walk. I cannot do the things I used to be able to do. When you go to the hospital, aren't they supposed to fix you? When you are young you do not realize how fragile life is.

The hardest thing was when I went home for the first time. That was about two and half months after my accident. I knew it was never going to be the same. That is when it finally hit me that I was going to be different from now on. That I was never going to be the same. The ride home from the hospital was painful. I was in a van. Everything was different. Everything was never going to be the same. I remember hitting a bump North of Alice and my arm fell off of the wheelchair tray. I couldn't get my arms back on the tray. I remember crying. If I couldn't do this, how was I going to do anything?

When we did get home, the house had been remodeled for a wheelchair. Instead of going in the regular door, we pulled up to the South side of the house and I got out on a ramp. This was new. This was not normal. This was scary. I remember when I got inside my aunt and uncle were there. For some reason I broke down. I don't remember much after that.

I really don't remember too much about that whole first year. Just glimpses of events. Mostly I just remember what people tell me. I think that is part of the brains the way of dealing with an event that is too big for it to handle.

Looking back at that now, I am glad that I went through it. I am glad that I remember what I do remember. It makes me realize that I have come a long ways. That life doesn't always suck. It only sucks if you let it suck.

Thanks for reading, Clint


Wednesday, April 4, 2018

45 Day All-Inclusive


Well as most of you know I have been dealing with a pressure sore that got infected for over a year. It all started in the beginning of February 2017. To read the back story click on the links.


After dealing with this so long I finally made a decision to see if surgery would be possible. I told my wound nurses that I would be opting for a flap surgery. They agreed and I talked with the plastic surgeons and the thought a flap surgery would be the best way to go. I knew doing this type of surgery there was going to be a lot of rehab but I knew at least there would be an ending to it. There would be a finish line. The way we were trying to get it to heal naturally just wasn't working and there wasn't any end in sight. I was even behaving. For the most part.

My Fargo board.

I had my flap surgery February 5, at Sanford on Broadway. My stay at Scamford wasn't too exciting. On Valentine's Day I was transferred to CHI Lisbon Hospital. I stayed at Lisbon until March 22. I was transferred via ambulance. The two guys that chauffeured me were pretty neat. I tried to get them to turn on the lights but they said they couldn't. I also wanted them to go cross-country and do some road tripping, maybe hit a bar or two but they said they had to go shortest distance as possible as they were tracked by GPS. I also wanted them to do some Snap Chat videos. But again I was shot down. No fun. I did get them to turn the radio on 104.7 the Duke and had them crank it up. I think those two guys would've been fun to drink with. Maybe I will run into them again.

The doctors wanted me to go to Vibra, a long-term nursing facility in Fargo. I suggested going to CHI Lisbon Hospital. They didn't want that. But I was adamant. I'm glad I was. It took some doing from the staff in Lisbon to get me there. They had to pull some strings and convince the doctors. I am thankful they were able to do that. Thanks. The biggest hurdle was the new super antibiotic they had me taking three times a day through IV. But the pharmacist in Lisbon was able to work her magic. I had to do that antibiotic through March 21.

Once I got to the hospital in Lisbon I really didn't know what to expect. I just knew I wanted to be there and not Vibra. I have written about Vibra before. It used to be called Triumph then the name switched to Kindred and there might have been another name but now it is known as Vibra. It is now located in the new Scamford Tower. But they still have the same staff. Anyways, it is a not fun place. You can read about it here, Vibra stories.

So my IV antibiotic was late and my nurse, Kayley aka MacGyver didn't want me to waste time in the chair sitting in my room. So she rigged up the pump so I could go for a rip. #smallthings

Back to the story, I didn't know what to expect in Lisbon but I was greeted by three nurses who took care of me the rest of the evening. They were all so attentive, caring and helpful. I knew I was going to like this place a lot better than anywhere else I have ever had to stay. I was right, my whole experience at CHI Lisbon Hospital was just perfect. Everyone at CHI was just awesome. I can't get over how well I was treated. It felt like I was royalty. Everyone was always there for me. If I had a question or a concern it was taking care of immediately. I didn't hit my call light much because I don't like to bother the staff but when I did hit my light it was responded to very quickly. I can tell you this is not the case in a lot of other hospitals. Even when the floor was full of patients the response time was unbelievably quick.

As I said above, I got to know everyone in Lisbon quite well. For the first couple weeks I had to lie flat in a special sand bed. Couldn't get out of bed. It is noisy as hell. But it helps in the healing process. I had that bed the whole time. But even lying in bed I can still get into trouble. There was tomfoolery and shenanigans abound. The message board on my room was neat as usual. There was also some other stuff and things that went on that I probably shouldn't talk about in a public forum. Looking back at it, I just giggle. I think I was only busted three times. Geesh. I should grow up.

My Lisbon board was ever-changing.

During one of their monthly staff meetings at the hospital, there were three things that were brought up. They didn't mention any names or room numbers but a little birdie told me all of the concerns had to do with what was going on in my room. Neat. Sorry if I got anyone in trouble. But it was worth it. I bet room 103 has never seen the stuff it did while I was there.

In between all the hijinks, I was actually healing quite well. It didn't take long and I started getting the chair for fifteen minutes, three times a day when the incisions from the surgery were healed. Physical therapy did this twice a day and the nursing staff did it later in the evening. The next day fifteen minutes was added and that continued until I was in the chair for two hours at a time, three times a day. The physical therapy staff at the hospital, Mobility Plus are excellent. They're all awesome to work with. Thanks.

Going for a rip after hours.

There are only so many things you can do to kill time in a hospital. But every time I was in the chair I roamed the halls and harassed the staff. It was good times. When I was in the chair I didn't spend any time in my room. I had seen those four walls enough. So I would make the rounds three times a day going back and forth, back and forth. I got some of the staff in trouble because we would talk in the halls while they should've been working. In fact my first day at the hospital I got one particular staff member in trouble because she was sitting in my room for over an hour. We were discussing stuff and things that we had done in the past. She was busted by the head honcho. Good stuff.

It wasn't me. Honest.

While I was in the hospital I had a ton of visitors. There was only one day when there was no one there visiting. That was my second to last day I was there. I can't thank you all enough for all of the visits. It really does help the time go by. My whole stay seemed to go by quick. And I thank you for that. Along with all of the visits came a lot of homemade food. In fact at one point one of the nurses told me that the patient fridge was full of my stuff. I also believe this homemade food helped me heal quicker. I was eating like a king. I usually only ate food from the hospital for breakfast. It's not that the food at the hospital was all that terrible it's just that I was not going to turn down homemade food.

I cannot thank you all enough, everyone from the office staff, doctors, management, nursing staff, physical therapy, cooking staff and maintenance crew who all went out of their way to make me feel at home. I didn't know most of you before I came to Lisbon but I got to know a lot of you by the time I left. You will always have a special place in my heart.

If I ever need to go to a long-term facility again I know where I will suggest. Without your help I would have never been home this soon. We are lucky to have this type of facility in our rural communities.

Thanks everyone for their well wishes, cards, food, support and visits. You all don't suck.

Thanks for reading, Clint.



Thursday, February 1, 2018

Before, now and after stuff


There are always going to be what ifs. But there is only one what if I know that is true. That is this. What if I wasn't a quadriplegic? The answer to that is I would not have gotten to know a lot of awesome people. The amount of support I get from my friends, family and strangers is unbelievably overwhelming.

The amount of people I have met just because I have been in this condition would be hard to count. The amount of these people that I have met that have become true friends is awesome. The amount of these people that I have met that have become people that I can rely on is awesome. The amount of these people that I have met that have become people that I can confide in has been life changing.

These people have come from every type of background and community you can think of. The medical field, hunting community, Facebook friends, blog followers, hunting forum friends and countless others have supported me through thick and thin, no matter what is going on and I don't even have to ask for the help.

You know who you are. If you're reading this, there is a good chance you are one of these people.


I have been through a lot of good and bad this year. This year by far has been my most trying. But one of my new friends told me, "It may not seem like a small challenge but it truly is a small challenge compared to the challenges you have faced and overcome." It's words like this that lift my spirits and keep me going.

I have missed a lot this year dealing with some medical stuff. I have missed a lot of events. I have missed wedding receptions, bonfires, baseball games, wildlife club stuff, hunting, shenanigans and many other occasions that are tough to miss. Living the life I have lived over the last few years has finally caught up to me. I'm going to have to learn not to abuse my body and take care of it a little bit more. I need to be user-friendly. That is going to be hard for me to do. I am not used to sitting around and doing nothing. Or at least take it easy a little bit more in between outings. It is to be hard not getting in the chair and going when I want.


It's amazing how much better I feel when I am in the wheelchair. It totally changes my perspective. I have really learned that over these last 11 plus months. I don't even have to do anything. Just to get out of bed, out of the house and out of this room is so relieving. I imagine most wouldn't understand. I used to miss not being able to run around and being able bodied. Now I look forward to time in the chair. That to me is crazy. Hell, I look forward to time out of bed.

When I get all healed up and my body lets me do what I want, I am going to make the rounds visiting my friends around the state. This is fair warning. It's going to be a hell of a party… It's not going to suck!

Thanks for reading, Clint.

Monday, January 29, 2018

Songs by Weird Clint Yankovic…


Here are a few alternate lyrics I have written. This is just a sample. Most of my others are not PG rated… Not even close.

She thinks my wheelchair's sexy (She thinks my tractor's sexy parody)

She thinks my wheelchair's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always lookin' at me
While I'm wheelin' along
She likes the way it's rolling
While I am cruisin' up the road
She's goes kinda crazy bout my recline mode
She's doesn't seem to picky
As long as she gets me
She thinks my wheelchair's sexy


Captain Morgan (José Cuervo parody)

Captain Morgan you are a friend of mine.
I like to drink you with a little Sprite most times.
Did I kiss all the cowgirls?
Did I leave the Spare Time?
Did I dance at the VF?
Did I make it to the Trio?


North Dakota Boyz (California Gurls parody)

I know a place
where the deer are always bigger
cold, windy and snowing
there must be something in the artesian
drinking beer and rum
staying up till one
(were drunk)
the Bucks
are in rut
try to sniff some estrus
(she's hot)

you could go somewhere else
but why would you
maybe to Minnesota
but probably South Dakota
but not Canada
eh eehh eh

North Dakota bucks
they're not forgettable
Mallard ducks
with orange beak
little webbed feet
so cute
they go good with beer
quack quack quack
grunt grunt grunt

North Dakota fish
walleyes undeniable
fine fresh fish
we got them hooked
Devils Lake represent
look at your tip up
Go set it now
or you will miss it

laying in the mud
or in a deer stand
we hunt
in a truck
Hank Williams on the radio

you could go somewhere else
but why would you
maybe to Minnesota
but probably South Dakota
but not Canada
eh eehh eh

North Dakota bucks
they're not forgettable
Mallard ducks
with orange beak
little webbed feet
so cute
they go good with beer
quack quack quack
grunt grunt grunt

North Dakota fish
walleyes undeniable
fine fresh fish
we got them hooked
Devils Lake represent
look at your tip up
Go set it now
or you will miss it

Farmers tan
always ready
get the light beer were getting heavy
wild wild North Dakota
this is our address
you know the spot
it's where were hunting
shoot it
slay it
gut and clean it
the Bucks are freaks
we have some wheat
we live in the prairie
don't worry
we have TV
we love the fall
we always have a ball
sheyenne River
and Claussen Springs
fishing is everything
shotgun shells in
shotgun shells out
all those walleyes
not fished out
cranking trolling jigging
no weeds
just a whopper
maybe a bonfire
North Dakota
(giggity)
oh look a posted sign
(oh no)
let's get out of here
did you grab the beer
(oh yes)

North Dakota bucks
they're not forgettable
Mallard ducks
with orange beak
little webbed feet
so cute
they go good with beer
quack quack quack
grunt grunt grunt

North Dakota fish
walleyes undeniable
fine fresh fears
we got them hooked
Devils Lake represent
look at your tip up
Go set it now
or you will miss it

Nodak, nodak
North Dakota Boyz
you wish you could be us
North Dakota Boyz
(nodak)
you really wish
you all could be
North Dakota Boyz
(nodak, yeah)


Enderlin by morning (Amarillo by morning parody)

Enderlin by mornin'

Up from Sheldon
Everything that I shot
Is just what I've scoped on

When that moon is high in that nodak sky
I'll be cruisin' on the county line
Enderlin by mornin'
Enderlin, I'll be there

They took my youth in Lisbon
Got my first by Embden
I lost my tag and a license
Somewhere outside the Chev

But I'll be chasin' whitetail when they set the date
And I hope the G & F ain't late
Enderlin by mornin'
Enderlin's on my mind

Enderlin by mornin'
Up from Sheldon
Everything that I shot
Is just what I've scoped on

I ain't got a booner but what I got tastes fine
I ain't crying but at least I'm huntin'
Enderlin by mornin'
Enderlin's where I'll be

Enderlin by mornin'
Enderlin's where I'll be



My Favorite Things parody

Raindrops on hunting blind, mud on my tires.
Waiting for Mr. Buck while Otis sits by fire.
Smell of deer urine & listening for grunting,
these are a few of my favorite things...

Mossy Oak camo and crispy leaves falling.
Just when I think deer, it's a squirrel crawling.
The ducks and the geese are flying,
these are a few of my favorite things...

When the sun burns, when it's humid,
is when I feel sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don't feel so bad...

Alternate ending.

When the frost kills, when the flies die,
is when I feel glad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I feel so bad...


 Thanks for singing along, Clint.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

Thanks for the pickup and stuff


I can't explain to you how much I appreciate everything you have all done for me. The amount of support is truly overwhelming.

It is hard to explain what you all given me. The amount of independence and freedom the pickup is able to give me is unexplainable. I have been able to do some things with this vehicle in the short time I have had it that I have not been able to do in 23 years.


The biggest thing is sitting in the front seat. This might not seem like a big deal to most but sitting in the back of a van does not give you a very independent feeling. It is unbelievable how well I am able to see things driving through the country sitting up front and up high in a pickup. I have been able to see things the last couple months that I haven't been seeing to for a long time. Scouting deer and vermin has become a lot easier.

Another thing I've noticed is that I am waiving at everyone I see. I couldn't do that from the back of the shaggin wagon. So if you see a white 2017 GMC Sierra 2500HD SLE coming towards you, with an idiot waving on the passenger side. It's just me.


With this vehicle there really are no limitations on where I can go. I have made a list of roads that I want to travel and destinations that I want to reach that will be possible with this vehicle. That doesn't suck.


Having a new dependable vehicle with four-wheel drive does not suck either. I haven't gotten stuck with the pickup yet. But I plan on trying to and that is going to be fun. This fall, I was able to bring my deer in to the locker in the back of the pickup that I got with my crossbow. That might seem like a small thing but it was momentous for me.


The vehicle I had before was becoming not very reliable. I had missed a lot of events and was not able to go to many places because it was either broke down or I just did not trust it. With this new vehicle that is something I do not have to worry about anymore.


The wheelchair lift, modified batwing door and wheelchair locking device have all worked perfectly. It is an amazing piece of technology that should work for years to come.

Because of these reasons and more, I cannot thank you enough for what you of all done for me. You have given me more than financial support, you have given me a new outlook on life.

Thanks for reading, Clint Lindemann