fishinwrench

I just figured that the hatchery trout couldn't hack it in a warm water flood. Maybe Denny can prove me wrong this time by having a banner late Summer/early Fall.

Yeah, so much for my hillbilly barometer ! Then again it HASN'T rained HERE where the barometer sits. Ahh, Alis Ben Johns.... Yep that was pretty intense. I was actually more afraid of the lawmen than I was of an encounter with Ben during that "manhunt". He had all them boys WAY too nervous. My mom assisted with the psych-eval on him at Biggs afterwards, interesting fella.

Hate to pee in your cheerios but I've seen this before on your favorite river. The trout bite on the Niangua is probably gonna suck after this major flush of warm water. A cool rise might have been good, but I'm about 90% sure that this warm flood will pretty much wipe 'em out.

I don't buy that. The alcohol restrictions at the trout parks don't starve out anyone.

I'll throw in todays "Fly of the day" for consideration... A Dahlberg Flashdancer in 1/0 (white/silver, or white/gold)

Some really cool accountings here. I'd love to be a fly on the wall when someone asks my kids the same question in the future. I stopped trying to "teach" the day I realized that my barking instructions was making my oldest daughter nervous. From that point on I just bit my tongue and let her figure it out on her own. She's 18 now and I'd put her up against any 20y/o boy around here I hope she keeps fishing long after I'm gone.

I'm gonna get grounded for this one but.... Ya know the definition of "relative humidity"? That's when the sweat off your balls runs down the crack of your cousins butt.

The Erin B. story is famous because there was a conclusion. Whether there are specific inspectors hired or not there'll be no satisfactory conclusion to THIS.

Dad was only a part time fisherman but a full time quail hunter, he lived bird hunting all year round and knew the names of every pointing dog in ours, and surrounding counties. His dad, my papaw, was the "real fisherman" of the family and HE knew the names of every bend of every creek/river north of I-70. There were only 2 flyfishermen in our area and as far as I know he was the first. I don't know who influenced him but waist high stacks of F&S and SA served as end tables in my grandparents house so he prolly picked it up from Zane and Tap. He fished "the seasons", starting the Spring off chasing flatheads, then buggin' for bass, then limb lines for channel cat during Summer with a few trips West for trout thrown in right about the time school was starting (was pissed that I never got to go on one of those). Then in the Fall it was back to bass buggin'. The flyrods never got a break during the catfishing spells since their job at those times were to keep the lines baited after he had bought every XL goldfish from every baitshop within driving distance. I'll probably get some hate mail after revealing this: but I have yet to see the numbers of 15+ Smallmouth in the "Ozarks" than what was common in the Salt river tribs. Before I moved down here I expected the SM fishing to be AMAZING because of what I had read about "Ozark streams", but aside from the scenery and the coloration in the fish I still remain a bit unimpressed. Those ol'muddy creeks up north grow some brute smallies. You just have to concentrate on the stretches that "remind you" of Ozark streams and ignore the long stretches of mud/clay banks.

Nah. According to my hillbilly barometer it's all over for this round. May be a few more sprinkles but nothing measurable. Now that I've opened my mouth it'll fill the buckets again

Did anyone ever figure out what that big contraption on wheels was for, that came in via military convoy last Winter?

If a gal flashed her cantelopes in the grocery store it'd MAKE YOUR DAY! Don't even lie

What about a river (or lake) makes tits fall out of their tops? The kind of behavior you speak of IS encouraged quite a bit by the keepers of the boobs too ya know. Yet nobody seems to be intimidated or disgusted by THAT. LOL I guess I'm just used to it given my location.

Does anyone keep receipts and turn in their recreational off road fuel for the .13 cents a gal. (or whatever it is) tax break? I run small 2 cylinder 2-strokes on my two main fishing boats (35 and 18hp) so my "fishing fuel/oil" amounts to less than 50.00/month in the boats. And regardless of where pr how often I get to go fishing I seldom have to fill my V8 truck more often than once a week (about 70.00) given that I seldom travel more than an hour away from home to fish.

I'd expect it to be a pretty darn good paying job, better than most of us here live on, with excellent benefits for the whole family to boot....and definatly "cush" (state car, gas card,reasonable hours, generous vacation pay, no sore back or busted knuckles at the end of the day, ever). If that ain't a cushy job what is?

Do I sense some Redbeard style exagerration there? My whole point is that the tales of horrendous acts and felonious activities is what's gonna hurt us fishermen the most in our struggle to maintain the right to peacefully float and fish in the long run. Most of these tales are exagerrated and more than you probably think are total fabrications based on things a person thinks COULD happen....so it's believable enough to just say it did in order to get someones attention. I'm in no position to call BS on anyone unless they say they saw 4 cobras and 9 alligators during a Niangua float, but I've floated enough miles and mingled with enough hoosiers that if all these outlandish acts of predatory pedophilia and assault were truly that common then I think I would have witnessed some at least once. But I haven't. Instead I just 'hear about it' all the time from folks that only floated the river ONCE. What are the freakin' odds!

I have no doubts that a person can get bad sick from any kind of insect bite. Where my doubts lie is whether doctors can identify and cure it. You either get over it, or you don't. I suspect that 90% of prescriptions filled across this country, for all varietys of ailments, are unneeded and unhelpful.....maybe even harmful to a degree. I just don't have faith that the majority of folks in the healthcare field truly know WTF they are doing. I guess I salute them for trying but I'm not comfortable being one of their guinea pigs.

GNS, if you're turning a 27 @ 6000 you should be 72mph+ That's the fastest 150 crossflow/Ranger combo that I'm aware of. I'd like to meet the guy that rigged it and pick his brain over a beer.

I almost laughed at that,.... then I realized it wasn't funny

Thanks. So I take it that once a doctor diagnoses a fella with THAT then he can't be expected to help you....but he still gets paid. Got it.

Do you understand the mechanics (science) of it? The principal is exactly the same as "flippin' with casting gear. Are you trying to DH with too short of a line outside the guides, maybe? You have to have about as much line in the air as you can handle before executing a DH. Try to DH your backcast first (shooting line on the backcast), then switch to doing it on the forward stroke. You ARE using a WF line, right? DT lines don't double haul for crap. That's all I got.

Good post !

I have a buddy that's the most annoying one-upper ever..... Everytime I fart, he s#its his pants.

It's not the same group of wildasses all the time creating havoc on the river though, and in all fairness everyone should be allowed ONE rowdy river party in their life. And it would suck to get busted during your one wild river party just because the last group that got a little wild on their ONE allotted river bash "bothered someone". There's also a matter of how "partying" is perceived. Can you imagine the story that a "senior couple" might still be telling if they had been floating past Sunburst during the making of the Harlem shake video? "Keep your eyes straight ahead, Mildred, there's a bunch of crackheads up there.....if they come toward us you just keep a paddlin' and I'll reach for the Ruger". "Crazy asses! The rivers around here have gone to hell". "Did you see the guy humping that chicken? Yeah, and he's the OWNER of the place!" "My God, there were even children there". See how that works?

Saw a hoot owl givin'it to a chicken once, but I figured that was just "nature".