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Post by olhillbilly on Sept 29, 2011 19:00:32 GMT -6
Went out this morning and set some jugs. Then the wind kicked up. Damn white caps. We lasted till bout 2 an picked up toys and went home. Only caught a big ole Drum on jugs. Nuttin on poles. Beat half ta death buckin the waves. Dave's boat is either too long or too short to ride tween em.
Fishin sucks I tell ya.
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Post by naturelovr on Sept 30, 2011 4:27:54 GMT -6
Hope everyone has their SHTF plans in place....might be time to implement 'em soon....when HB says "fishin' sucks," it's the end of the world as we know it...
Poor HB.....Sounds like you guys got caught in that cool front comin' in...hope ya have better luck next time...
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Post by olhillbilly on Oct 4, 2011 0:51:06 GMT -6
Went again Sat. Oct. 1st. Fishin still sucked. however, was some good story tellin and chit chat taking place. Mike and Mudd joined up and the three of us went to an old faithful place. Gotta pass on a story. >>
Mudd was a tellin bout finding some Large marshmellows and said he wondered how many times I could toast one of them. Said he had went to a camp out earlier on and was doing the same with his. Yanno, toasting it then peeling the shell off and then toasting it again. Someone there asked where he learned to do such a thing. He replied "an Old Guy showed him". ;D
I dunno quite how to take bein called an old guy, but it was kinda cool that summa the things I pass along to the younger generation gets remembered.
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