"Land of many lakes..."
Agendas, Minutes, and other Board
proceedings are now on the
Board Page.
Impressive Fish Pix are now on the
Fishing Page.
    CELL PHONE TOWER
    by Bill Phillips

    It is well known that cell phone reception at Wee-Ma-
    Tuk is very poor.  After some research into this
    situation, we found that there are not enough
    customers in the immediate area to justify the
    construction of a new cell phone tower.  We think, the
    best way to try to get a new tower installed is to
    complain to the Illinois Commerce Commission at their
    web site http://www.icc.illinois.
    gov/consumer/complaint/ .  

    The ICC can be reached by calling 1-800-524-0795 or 1-
    217-782-2024 or TTY at 1-800-858-9277.  The business
    hours are 8:00 to 5:00 Monday through Friday.

    Complaints can also be mailed to the ICC at Illinois
    Commerce Commission, 527 East Capitol Ave,
    Springfield, IL. 62701

    Each complaint increases the possibility that the cell
    phone service will be improved.  

    If your cell phone call is dropped or cut off, you should
    dial "611" and complain about the cell phone service in
    the Wee-Ma-Tuk area.

    Another alternative is to write letters to the editor at the
    Canton Daily Ledger, the Peoria Journal Star, and even
    the Chicago Tribune.  The letters should stress the
    number of residents in the area and the poor cell phone
    service.  

    It is likely that many letters and comments will be
    required in order to get something done.  Be patient, it
    will take a while.  Since there are so few customers,
    nothing may ever be done.
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Wee-Ma-Tuk Hills Country
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Promotional Video.


                                                       


                  Walking the Dogs

    I’ve never liked walking. As a teen, I always tried to
    drive to school.  Mom understood that it was mostly
    about having the car for lunch hour, and as often as
    not, relented.

    School was half a block away.

    So a few weeks ago, when my nutritionist started
    dropping dietary bombs on me (I can’t even look at a
    picture of a devil’s food cake), the worst news was
    that I had to become a walker. Thirty minutes daily.
    Rain, sleet, and gloom of night.

    Figuring the two family pooches ought to share in my
    misery, I hit the stopwatch and the road. The plan was
    that after fifteen minutes, we would do a 180.

    It’s not as easy as it sounds. First there is the problem
    of getting past neighbors’ yards. I didn’t want to break
    my carefully-controlled stride for poopy-pickup, and I
    hate it when it’s still warm.

    Then there’s the problem of our differing purposes. I
    think it’s about heart rate and muscle tone. They think
    it’s about sniffing. I can keep going straight, but I have
    to force canine compliance.

    In the dog world there’s no equality. Daphne is an Alpha
    female, used to getting her way in all things. We
    adopted her as an adult, but I’m sure she was an
    obedience school dropout. Her motto is my way, or I’m
    sulking. Cody-come-lately has to keep an eye on his
    food bowl, and watch Daph’s hindquarters as they go
    out the door.

    Keeping the ranking straight on retractable leashes
    results in tangles that only a fisherman can
    appreciate.  I’m getting better at passing one handle
    behind my back and switching hands.

    My wife suggested I alternate dogs. On Walk Day Two, I
    hooked up Cody (take that, Alpha Daph!) and started for
    the door. Daphne contorted like Circus Dog, hopping
    around the front hall. She pulled out all the stops. When
    she got to her best trick, sitting flat on her butt with
    paws extended, brown eyes peeled, and a low moan, I
    caved.

    It’s three for the road from now on.

    Now all I have to do is put on my shoes, and the Double
    Doggy Dance begins. When I pick up the leashes, they
    get all the way up to frantic.

    And guess what? It’s working. Measuring food and
    walking have combined to shear fifteen unwanted
    pounds away.

    When you see me out there passing leash handles
    behind my back and yelling, “Wait, dammit,” you’re
    looking at a happy man.

THE DAM
THING IS
HAPPENING!

See March minutes on
the
BOARD PAGE

Photos below.

Otto Baum Construction
announced today that
Arrow Rd. (across the
dam) will close on May
10, for about six weeks.
Putt Creek Rd. will be
closed for a time after
Arrow re-opens.
DUES-O-METER
Dam Construction Begins!
Click to enlarge
The Old Country Club Comes Down!
--C Strong
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--B Phillips
--J Loebach
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--J Loebach
www.wmtcc.com
BIg changes, including a new web address,
have happened at the Country Club website.
Big changes are in store for the club, too.
Take a look.
2008 Dues!
Send your $50 to

WMTLA
P.O. Box 211
Cuba, IL 61427
Chris's Columns are available as .doc files:

CC1--Valentine's Day & Ice Fishing             
CC2--What's Up with the  Dock?
CC3--Wee-Ma-Birds
CC4--Fishing Story
CC5--Walking the Dogs
NEWSLETTER COMING!
The Spring 2008 WMTLA
Newsletter is on its way to you. If
you haven't received one by May
1, call or email a Board member.
An Amish family is tearing down the old
clubhouse in exchange for the materials.
Their horses enjoy grazing by the lake.
Members Enjoy Spring Fling

Don DeFord is a happy Wee-Ma-Tukker. The smiles began
when his ticket was drawn in the 50/50 raffle: $63.  Twenty
minutes later, his regular raffle ticket won him another
$100.  

All in all, about twenty-five members won cash or
merchandise, ate WMTCC's great food, and got caught up
on WMTLA business. Full minutes will be part of the next
update.