Go get some euchre prizes, get full on walleye, and get down and dirty with some country, and get it all this weekend

Fish for walleye at the end of the dirt road, and throw in some euchre:
— They haven’t been back for a while, but have drawn rave reviews from the staff at The Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt, where they will play on Friday night, March 24. Come that night and get down and dirty, if you’re serious about your country music, with the Dirt Road Band. Then on Saturday, its Blind Dog.
— There is walleye seven different ways during the festival for that fish at Green Mill. Leading the way is a dish discovered on an annual Ontario fishing trip, pan-fried walleye dipped in a special batter. It is also available grilled and with a choice of several sides. Check out the other entrees as well, as they get even more creative, even getting into the realm of stuffed tacos. And it’s offered through April 30.
— This could be a very valuable euchre tournament, with other offerings to match. It all takes place on Saturday at the Legion Post 121 in River Falls, at 701 N. Main, as a benefit to newborn Cole Carlson, who has been battling multiple medical problems since birth. Fifty percent of money will be paid out to winners of the tourney, with the rest going to Cole’s family to pay medical expenses. There is a 10 a.m. check-in and 11 a.m. start for the tourney, and a $40 entry fee per team. Raffles, silent auction and food will be available. Craft beer flights come from Bobtown Brewhouse, with all proceeds to the family. Donations are accepted, and can be made through various sources, including Royal Credit Union.
— Tom Hunter plays at Urban Olive and Vine on Friday, and is described in gushing tones by one of the staff members as “a great jazz pianist.” There is an early start, so get there ahead of time to get your spot.

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