root wad wrote:English Cocker?
That what you call the Austritard ?
yeah well i went fishing
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B.M. Barrelcooker
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Re: yeah well i went fishing
That what you call the Austritard ?
I think the "BM" on this mound actually stands for "bowel movement"; one of Franzen's, if I'm not mistaken...
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Been awhile since I'd made it out with Tracy. We've shared a bunch of campfires
and shot bows together in the past. He spends lots of time trying to catch 100# catfish
and doing predator control on a big cattle ranch. We both get the itch this time of year
when the weather starts to turn and the temperates start their run:
Tracy says the ranch he's working has 55 ponds. Some have bass.
Hope to post more pictures of Tracy this summer...
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Been awhile since I'd made it out with Tracy. We've shared a bunch of campfires
and shot bows together in the past. He spends lots of time trying to catch 100# catfish
and doing predator control on a big cattle ranch. We both get the itch this time of year
when the weather starts to turn and the temperates start their run:
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Hope to post more pictures of Tracy this summer...
[/report]My drinkin' days are over; I'm still trouble bound - Slaid Cleaves
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"This place is so fucked up. Where else could you find a thread with a Debbie Gibson song, a chapter from Fyodor Dostoevsky, and a sweet under boob pic like that on the same page?" - Hogleg
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Re: yeah well i went fishing
Predator control on a big cattle ranch. That's a heluva job description.
Cheers.
The new brass reel foot for your click'r is set to arrive this week. Hope to have something to report soon. Had no idea the subterranean machine shop was doing this sort of artistry before I ordered. PA dudes gotta eat too, I suppose.
Cheers.
The new brass reel foot for your click'r is set to arrive this week. Hope to have something to report soon. Had no idea the subterranean machine shop was doing this sort of artistry before I ordered. PA dudes gotta eat too, I suppose.
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"I took a Japanese whaling approach to panfishing as a kid." - Boomin
"I took a Japanese whaling approach to panfishing as a kid." - Boomin
Re: yeah well i went fishing
[report]Edwards Clan 2017 Mountain Trip
We knew before heading north that the fishing conditions would be dismal.
Never let such things stop us before, fishing and catching fish are a bonus.
Sharing family time with 4 generations is what it is about.
Here's some various and sundry pictures:
My Dad and Nephew at the lake behind the cabin. No fish were sore lipped.
My Grand Nephew challenging my Dad, no serious injury occurred:
To the Chattooga River and back to the cabin, no animals were harmed:
Bryson (aka Little Dirty Dog) my Grand Nephew asking my Dad and Uncle Ernie about challenging
me (Uncle Dirty Dog) again as I am not a gentleman and will hit below the belt, and, he knows it:
View of the cabin and seeing some sights on the way back south:
A grand time was had by all. 3 fish were caught in the lake. 1 15" Rainbow by my Dad and 2 Rainbows 6" and 8" by Bryson (his first by his self fish). They are still arguing about who out fished who...
We decided that next year we will go in June.[/report]
We knew before heading north that the fishing conditions would be dismal.
Never let such things stop us before, fishing and catching fish are a bonus.
Sharing family time with 4 generations is what it is about.
Here's some various and sundry pictures:
My Dad and Nephew at the lake behind the cabin. No fish were sore lipped.
My Grand Nephew challenging my Dad, no serious injury occurred:
To the Chattooga River and back to the cabin, no animals were harmed:
Bryson (aka Little Dirty Dog) my Grand Nephew asking my Dad and Uncle Ernie about challenging
me (Uncle Dirty Dog) again as I am not a gentleman and will hit below the belt, and, he knows it:
View of the cabin and seeing some sights on the way back south:
A grand time was had by all. 3 fish were caught in the lake. 1 15" Rainbow by my Dad and 2 Rainbows 6" and 8" by Bryson (his first by his self fish). They are still arguing about who out fished who...
We decided that next year we will go in June.[/report]
"You can't conquer a free man; the most you can do is kill him"---Robert A. Heinlein.
"Every time a fish came to the top, he grinned from ear to ear"--- fatman
"Every time a fish came to the top, he grinned from ear to ear"--- fatman
Re: yeah well i went fishing
Little Dirty Dog needs to step up his beard game...
real good
real good
My drinkin' days are over; I'm still trouble bound - Slaid Cleaves
"This place is so fucked up. Where else could you find a thread with a Debbie Gibson song, a chapter from Fyodor Dostoevsky, and a sweet under boob pic like that on the same page?" - Hogleg
"You may not be smart, but your car gets good gas mileage". - Stovetop
"This place is so fucked up. Where else could you find a thread with a Debbie Gibson song, a chapter from Fyodor Dostoevsky, and a sweet under boob pic like that on the same page?" - Hogleg
"You may not be smart, but your car gets good gas mileage". - Stovetop
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Goin' back to Houston, do the hot dog dance. Goin' back to Houston, to get me some pants.
The sheepshead fish has human teeth, but it's OK because it won't give you a psychedelic crisis.
bring your own lampshade, somewhere there's a party...
The sheepshead fish has human teeth, but it's OK because it won't give you a psychedelic crisis.
bring your own lampshade, somewhere there's a party...
Re: yeah well i went fishing
clearly bryson has outfished here. 2 to 1. great trip. well done. and trucha gets some stripey fish as a bonus. nice job fellas.
holding it down on the other side of the border
Re: yeah well i went fishing
Reel nice. What was the Ross?
"Some days you win, some you lose, and some get rained out." - Outcast
Re: yeah well i went fishing
I fished with Willi a few days ago. It was good. Willi is one of the fishiest guys I know. Probably the fishiest.
Some of the mojo must have rubbed off on me that day.
When I got home I told GB Jr. that I caught a bigger fish than Willi (they've met a few times) and he fired right back, "Don't get used to it!"
Some of the mojo must have rubbed off on me that day.
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now that's funny.Greenback wrote: ↑Tue Apr 25, 2017 9:50 pmI fished with Willi a few days ago. It was good. Willi is one of the fishiest guys I know. Probably the fishiest.
Some of the mojo must have rubbed off on me that day.
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When I got home I told GB Jr. that I caught a bigger fish than Willi (they've met a few times) and he fired right back, "Don't get used to it!"
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Pussy, much like freedom, ain't free.
America has become a dildo that has turned berserkly on its owner. ~McGuane 1971
Re: yeah well i went fishing
Urban fishing. It’s always interesting what you see on the water. Fly-chucker and I got out. We decided to hit some new water in the city and chase some smallmouth and maybe musky.
We motored up as far as the river would allow. Stopping at a ledge that looked damned fishy. Nothing. It was chilly and rainy. Not what you’d hope for in August.
Along the banks you’d see old rusty bikes, refrigerators, power line ceramic insulators, and all kinds of other garbage. Other than that the water looked prime. We fished for a while in the wind and rain and it was starting to feel like one of those long slow days on the water.
Then things got weird. We were holding position on the river under a bridge of one of the busy city streets. It was still cold and it was still raining. I think I was in the process of tying on a fly when I hear fly-chucker say to me “is that a naked man?”
I look up and sure enough, on the side of the river just below the busy city street, there is a man, totally naked, gingerly stepping across a riffle, cupping his junk with both hands as he went.
“Holy shit he sure is man.”
I think we were already both laughing at that point but also thinking what the fuck?
The man then ran into the woods and the weeds. He reappeared about five minutes later wearing a plaid shirt and still no pants or shoes. He walked along the rivers edge until he reached the riffle, gingerly walked across to the other side and disappeared up into the woods towards the busy city street.
Just a normal day on the water I guess.
Fly-chucker and I went back to fishing for a while and then decided to pull over riverside for lunch. I hopped out and walked about a block to get us some hot deli sandwiches. On my way back to the boat I passed the naked man. No longer naked… wearing that same plaid shirt and thankfully now some pants and shoes as well. I’m not sure he recognized me… it’s probably better that way.
Fly-chucker and I then sat in the boat and enjoyed our hot italiano sandwiches with grilled salami, capicola, pepperoni, ham, and melted provolone. Damn they were good.
We had noticed some fish busting the surface out in the deep water. We headed over to see what they were. For the next hour or so we proceeded to hammer what turned out to be some kind of shad. It took us a bit to figure them out but once we did it was a blast. Small nymphs swung just under the surface in 15 feet of water. Doubling up a couple times. Laughing the entire time. Later in the day the sun came out and the smallies started to wake up a bit and the shad bite continued.
It was an interesting day of urban fishing for sure. Cheers.
We motored up as far as the river would allow. Stopping at a ledge that looked damned fishy. Nothing. It was chilly and rainy. Not what you’d hope for in August.
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Then things got weird. We were holding position on the river under a bridge of one of the busy city streets. It was still cold and it was still raining. I think I was in the process of tying on a fly when I hear fly-chucker say to me “is that a naked man?”
I look up and sure enough, on the side of the river just below the busy city street, there is a man, totally naked, gingerly stepping across a riffle, cupping his junk with both hands as he went.
“Holy shit he sure is man.”
I think we were already both laughing at that point but also thinking what the fuck?
The man then ran into the woods and the weeds. He reappeared about five minutes later wearing a plaid shirt and still no pants or shoes. He walked along the rivers edge until he reached the riffle, gingerly walked across to the other side and disappeared up into the woods towards the busy city street.
Just a normal day on the water I guess.
Fly-chucker and I went back to fishing for a while and then decided to pull over riverside for lunch. I hopped out and walked about a block to get us some hot deli sandwiches. On my way back to the boat I passed the naked man. No longer naked… wearing that same plaid shirt and thankfully now some pants and shoes as well. I’m not sure he recognized me… it’s probably better that way.
Fly-chucker and I then sat in the boat and enjoyed our hot italiano sandwiches with grilled salami, capicola, pepperoni, ham, and melted provolone. Damn they were good.
We had noticed some fish busting the surface out in the deep water. We headed over to see what they were. For the next hour or so we proceeded to hammer what turned out to be some kind of shad. It took us a bit to figure them out but once we did it was a blast. Small nymphs swung just under the surface in 15 feet of water. Doubling up a couple times. Laughing the entire time. Later in the day the sun came out and the smallies started to wake up a bit and the shad bite continued.
It was an interesting day of urban fishing for sure. Cheers.
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Re: yeah well i went fishing
we caught some o' them jumpin little fukkers down in fallen cunt'ry:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skipjack_shad
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skipjack_shad
My drinkin' days are over; I'm still trouble bound - Slaid Cleaves
"This place is so fucked up. Where else could you find a thread with a Debbie Gibson song, a chapter from Fyodor Dostoevsky, and a sweet under boob pic like that on the same page?" - Hogleg
"You may not be smart, but your car gets good gas mileage". - Stovetop
"This place is so fucked up. Where else could you find a thread with a Debbie Gibson song, a chapter from Fyodor Dostoevsky, and a sweet under boob pic like that on the same page?" - Hogleg
"You may not be smart, but your car gets good gas mileage". - Stovetop
