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You and I go fishing (in the park?), and during this derby, dwell on the fishing hole

Go fish, and party, just don’t come up empty at anything this weekend:
— I may be fishing to put this out there, but this might be the first fishing of the season, both as far as an organized tournament and catching a big lunker — or as you might see below, an even more attractive fish. And it also, of course, involves more than a bit of partying, as the Saturday, March 11 event at Dick’s Bar and Grill is billed as a fishing, and drinking, derby, as you try your luck on the St. Croix River, and maybe not farther afield from Dick’s than the nearby waters off Lakefront Park. The cause at hand is a benefit for Mike Netz and family. Buy a drink and get a ticket for a chance to “catch” a fish from the “honey hole.” There are prizes in three different fishing categories. Fee is $20 and sign-up is at noon, with the contest running between 1-3 p.m.
— Empty Arms, which again will play the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Saturday night — they’ve been there a number of times since bursting onto that scene a few months back — is billed as a roadhouse blues-rock-rockabilly band focused on keeping you on your feet, even though their arms may be empty. This would seem to give them a leg-up on other acts. Fitting that the next song on the radio was Open Arms by Journey.
— The Sunday selection party is coming to Buffalo Wild Wings from 3-7 p.m. on March 12, and those wearing their NCAA team’s attire get select half-price appetizers.
— Also at BWW, for March Madness, patrons can spend $20 on Miller Lite and food and get $10 off a ride from Uber, which now has been said to have a presence in Hudson. A foursome of out-of-towners were asking about it, as well as where they could party until closing time, as they checked their slips. They were summoned to go downtown, which as dictated by their social media devices ended up meaning the Hudson Bowling Center across the freeway. And as far as the Lite-Uber offer, there was a stipulation that in some states where there is a BWW, you didn’t actually have to make a beer purchase (predictably Wisconsin was not one of them). That reminds me of a proviso in a BWW sweepstakes for patrons, defining what amount of days you need to be eligible, and then added “or any other number.” I guess that covers all bases.
— Celebrate the days of Saturday Night Fever at Woody’s in Bayport with Citradelic Saturdays, courtesy of Wisconsin’s own New Belgium brewery. For under $5 you get to indulge in one, which may inspire you to dancing, and not the polka. Also, Citradelic IPA is currently available at Dick’s Bar and Grill.

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