Being born a Yooper... let me tell yous guys how da system works, eh?

A person buying property in the U.P does not automatically become a Yooper, that only comes with time and sociological osmosis. It is a long and arduous process.

I believe that the first phase is still known as G#% D*&^% out of towners. You will then graduate to Apple knocker or skunk farmer depending upon your interpersonal relations with the locals.

During this phase, you must severe all connections with the Sierra Club, Green Peace, Friends of the Forest, The Audobon Society, and the U.S. Roadless Initiative.

You must cancel your subscription to the "New Sports Afield" and hide your fat tired bicycles from view.

To avoid discrimination, the license plates on your car must be changed immediately to properly identify your vehicle with the county and city of your vacation property.

Your eyes must be half glazed over at all times.

Tarpaper must be visible on at least 10% of your camp at all times.

At least one derilect car or snowmobile must be in your possession.

Women must wear Sorels to the mall and a Coat which is 50% goose down and quilted.

Whenever some one mentions deer or venison you must act excited or risk being ostracized.

If you become a full time resident, your first priority is buying a forty with a camp. This must be accomplished at all costs.

Then the wife must be trained and conditioned to the fact that you will be out there each weekend.

You must be a Packer or a Lion Fan. The Bears and Cowboys are absolutely out of the question.

November 15th is the most important day of the year. Followed by the hallowed opening of the walley fishing season and small game hunting on 9/15

Faster assimilation may be made by spending massive amounts of hard earned cash and your life savings on the local bar flies.

When everything else fails, post the property "No Trespassing" (like the guys from Illinois) and put up a gate. If the gate has been on a trail which has become part of the public domain plan on replacing it at least 3 times.

Dere, dat shud get ya started, eh? Ya know.
"Hey Sonja, ar da pasties don yet?

 

My brother John used to live in the U.P. He lived in Autrain,Munising,than Christmas Mi.My brothers and I woud go see him 3-4 times a yr.We'd all be leaving his house to head to the bar and ask John why folks dont lock their doors up north for?He responded,
The doors only get locked when the folks from down State come up.[lol]but truthful?===Bill

 

Thor,
The wife is on board for the 40, I had the derelict car ('84 Fiero, need I say more), I promise not to put up a gate, I love a good hunting/fishing story, I was called a "flatlander" when I lived in Vermont so I should be able to endure "apple knocker", tarpaper smells good and might help with the eye glazing, "treehuggers/greenies" stinketh, and shopping for the goosedown coat this weekend. That should get me on the right track. Now if I could just find a broken down snowmobile somewheres.