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Welcome to the Old Farts Club. Recent inductee myself. Congrats to all you that scrimped and saved for your future, may your wildest dreams come true! I, on the other hand, never having any expectation of living to 40, burnt my candle on the other end (more fun than any 3 men deserve), and am resigned now to working till I can't. Lately I've lamented that a bit, realizing I could've done anything I wanted to. Then it came to me, that's exactly what I did.

That looks to be a Buckeye Bug-N-Bass, the "tassel" is supposed to be a fly that the open-mouthed lure is preparing to eat...

Here's last nights' dump... And here's the 200th successful Falcon 9 landing back in June;

From my experience, crepuscular is the important word, and Wikipedia nails that one as good as any; "In zoology, a crepuscular animal is one that is active primarily during the twilight period,[1] being matutinal, vespertine/vespertinal, or both. This is distinguished from diurnal and nocturnal behavior, where an animal is active during the hours of daylight and of darkness, respectively. Some crepuscular animals may also be active by moonlight or during an overcast day. Matutinal animals are active only before sunrise, and vespertine only after sunset." "A number of factors impact the time of day an animal is active. Predators hunt when their prey is available, and prey try to avoid the times when their principal predators are at large. The temperature may be too high at midday or too low at night.[2] Some creatures may adjust their activities depending on local competition." IOW, low light; foggy, overcast, dawn, dusk, stormy, moonlit. If you can combine that with an approaching/passing cold front you better have your nitro handy if you have a weak ticker.

SpaceX has been launching up to 60 Starlink satellites on a Falcon9 every couple weeks for some time, with over 4500 in orbit now, and thousands more in the works. Turns out reusable rockets changed the scale of orbital access in a big way.

Big Time.. I had the trout farm then, and they came out of the woodwork. They came by my place when they failed somewhere else and spent some dough to go home with a mess of big ones and a story to tell. That type was close to half my business then.

Yeah, on Thanksgiving, it's Alice's Restaurant in the morning and The Last Waltz at night, pretty reg'lar round here. I see it's free (with commercials) on Pluto On Demand right now; https://pluto.tv/en/on-demand/movies/5f88ed287f692c001a4e538f At the time, I was pretty tore up about the split, the band I was in covered a lot of their stuff. I fell to Levon's corner and figured Robertson was the sellout. I saw the rest of them (sans Richard) here in Arkansas back in ~'91 with the Cate Bros., right after Movin' to Japan at Countryland in Springdale, less than 200 people max. Great show. Long Live Garth!

I carried a cordless Dremel for touching up hook points, should cure a barb quickly too.

Don't know.

Lots of variability there. I typically got mine to 3" in ~4 months. I imagine wild fish could take up to a year. As far as state/federal hatcheries go, the ones I've visited all had the ability to produce their own eggs. Having that ability doesn't always mean that's what you do though. I stripped, fertilized and incubated from my own brood stock a couple years, but having less than 50 brood sows meant you'd get a viable batch only every few days. That means you have multiple groups in the hatchery at different stages which is a big PITA. I found it preferable to buy 40-50,000 eggs that all hatched together, then stage out several groups with varying feed rates so I could have several sizes available to market.

Yep, I could buy eyed RT eggs any time of the year I wanted from Troutlodge. They maintain multiple strains of rainbow brood stock that spawn at different times, and manipulate the photoperiod as needed to maintain year-round availability to producers. The biggest impact of temperature for hatching is time-to-hatch, with colder temps leading to longer incubation periods. When you think of rainbow trout as livestock (as I do), much of the mystery goes away, and the literature is abundant. The hatchery manual I used was from the 1940s, and already fairly advanced at that time, the main difference being at that time they still ground fish for feed. Bagged feed is a much-appreciated improvement.

The Limp Nod is an acting technique that Walter Brennan perfected in his role as Gran'pa on “The Real McCoys”.

My references were to optimum hatchery conditions, not wild, which I know little about.

Yeah, it's pretty slow. During setup, I'd run dye to gauge it. If they still have a day on the yolk sac they could end up way downstream and survive if they end up in a good spot. If the sacs gone and they're on feed, they need to find grub immediately.

There's a pretty big difference between fry and fingerling hatchery escape survival. The ideal flow rate for swim-up fry is from 1 to 1.5 fpm. That keeps them swimming, but in place. An accident at this stage could basically send thousands of fry down the drain. Survival depends on the velocities and twists and turns on the way. The ones that make it to a calm area near food might live to parr stage. I had some on the farm that did. They found a 20 yard stretch in the rocks at the far upper end just below the falls. No idea what they ate as this was only 20 more yards from the spring cave source. Drains for fingerling facilities are more survivable, and likely account for most that do survive. To your question, fry would be unable to go upstream in most rivers, while fingerlings might.

Considering the source (South Park) I'm pretty sure that was intentional.

It could always be worse. Imagine packing a couple weeks grub and picking out a primitive spot 80 miles from town in the middle of a desert. Then thousands of other campers show up. Then you get 2 months' rain in a day. ...oddly enough, I think Oneshot would enjoy that scene. (note to self; never, ever, ever try to imagine a Oneshot Burning Man costume. Just don't do it.)

I bought 20 dozen on eBay once, used them all in one Aug-Sept stretch. Gills and cats were all that would eat them, but crawlers were fine for the eyes. Still don't get it.

"Headin' out to San Francisco For the Labor Day weekend show."

Yeah, when I saw that moon at 4:30 I was seriously wishing I had been out there all night.

5 walleye and 6 cats on a dozen crawlers = doing something right (or darn lucky). 😉

I was thinking ManBearPig.

Where zat if you don't mind saying?

If you pre-cut some sinkers on one side with a fine hacksaw blade down to the center hole, you can slide it on to your line and pinch the slot closed with pliers.