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Mom had 15-20 big band (17-1/2 rpm?) LPs and a portable record player. Glenn Miller mostly. Still love that stuff.

When that song hit the radio in '65, I was 7 or 8. I had an uncle named Roger Miller in a nearby town who bore a pretty good likeness to the few pictures of the real one that anyone had access to then. The 8yo me was known to tell the girls that that was my uncle on the radio... I credit my great success to that humble beginning. 🎸

I checked out You-Tube on Garrison, from what I saw of the cats & walleye, I'd be using trout for bait there. That's just me though...

I used up a Christmas BP gift card on one of these; https://www.basspro.com/shop/en/edgecraft-e130-electric-knife-sharpener Does a great job, haven't tried a knife yet that wouldn't shave the hair off your arm after 2-3 minutes work. (Had a pretty bare forearm by the time I finished the knife drawer). I had a cordless tri-wheel diamond WEN sharpener at the trout farm when cleaning fish all day. It was the bomb. About 10 strokes to give the hollow-ground profile to a new blade, then one pull to touch it up. Can't find them anymore. 😞

Drawdown flow near the dam is negligible in the creeks, like you say, but it really moves fish around out on the river. The narrow between Big Hollow and Honey Creek is a big neck-down, so the "school bus" flat point gets washed pretty hard where it opens up again. Depending on the flow, either on top of, or more often, over the hump downstream of that big, flat point can really pile them up. Similar thing off the Dam Site camp, but less cover. On a calm day you can drift with the current across either at a perfect clip to fish. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

I saw that Sunday when I crossed the bridge. Biggest one I've ever seen.

That's the only mention of having to share your spot with anyone, and there's no one in the pictures. Do none of the locals fish there?

I've lost about 30% of my hearing due to the thunderclap that accompanied a bolt of lightning that hit the (concrete) bridge I was sheltering under during a TR thunderstorm. I was only ~30' from the bluff end, so the sound was doubled. Also only 30' from the visible arc that followed the rebar in the bridge column to the water. Every muscle hurt for a couple days, don't know if it was the electric field (every hair on my body stood on end) or just the violent muscle reaction when my brain rebooted. I had put in at dark as I did a lot then, thought the storm was gonna skirt me. It didn't. Scooted back to the ramp but chose to anchor under the low bridge instead of loading up. Threw out the crappie light and nothing came, not even a silverside. I was in the dry though, so I baited 4 rods in holders and went to sleep (thundered all night, not much sleep). I'd caught lots of fish there before, but nada that night. I must admit to tempting the weather too many times, but there were a few times right before it hit the fish practically jumped in the boat, so I persevered. I remember those few hot times well, hence my dilemna. My former self will tell you to be there right before the boom, while my present self says it ain't worth it.

It's gone full circle in our lifetimes then, that's how I remember teens that were so inclined in the '70s, except for the babysitting part. The police were pretty good at getting them (us) home safely. "Pour it out and I'll follow you home. Drive right or I'll tell your Dad". Followed by ~40 years of Go Directly To Jail - Do Not Pass Go - Do Not Collect $200. We had "The Pabst Man". Some old dude that would buy you anything for a six of PBR. If the liquor store was open, so was he. Being farm kids with (mostly) parents that wouldn't tolerate such mischief, we had to keep our stashes in road culverts. Problem was, all the guys knew all the culverts, so you never kept anything long. Then there was freeze loss... if you've never popped the cap on a bottle of beer and have a beersicle grow an inch out the neck, you haven't lived.

You get no sympathy from me. 🍽️ I've often wondered how they'd be dehydrated in the smoker. Never had enough leftovers to try it.

Pretty sure. Anyone that ever lived, ate something, and later died literally died after eating something. That doesn't mean they necessarily died because of something they ate, just that they died after eating something. It's a causation/correlation thing, and too often used to infer something that isn't necessarily true.

Everyone dies after eating something.

The last Christmas for my Dad I picked him up at the nursing home he'd been at for a couple years and took him home to Mom's. 3 days of repetitious nonsense with everyone there being "Hazel" (his deceased older sister.). When I had to come back to Arkansas I took him back to the home. Put him in his wheelchair and said my goodbyes to far-away eyes. When I reached the door I heard, "Brad, don't leave me here". By the time I got back to him he was vegged again. MFer... that was hard.

Dementia sucks so bad. Seeing a friend or relative that was sharp as a tack for so long turn to mush is really hard. Dad died of it, I told my brother then that if I ever called him Hazel to hold the pillow down on me.

Gotta love the OA opinion threads! That said, colonoscopy hasn't yet been an experience of mine, even though I know it should be. I'm 65 and haven't even had a physical in 30 years. Couple minor infections that MediQuick cured for $25 OOP in 30 minutes. Haven't had a "family" doctor since I left the nest. My insurance even covers all that preventative stuff before deductible, but all attempts to schedule are at least 4 months away for a newbie. Screw that. I'll save up for the ER. disclaimer: I have much faith in modern medicine; just not in the for-profit a-holes that sell it.

RIP Dickey, I've enjoyed your jams for 50 years. 🎸

Sliced, chilled raw turnips with a good shot of salt... mmm mmm good. Cooked? Not me.

Mighty fine! I spent a couple hours today, we're done. Green growth a foot tall here. I'll be better prepared next year. 😉

This isn't the paper I mentioned, but it reaches similar conclusions. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8515941/ "Conclusion. Morel fructification in large-scale cultivation is positively correlated with the diversity and evenness of soil microbial communities. Soils with successful fructification had significantly higher diversity and evenness than those of nonfructification. The higher diversity was majorly contributed by a higher evenness of community composition rather than taxonomic richness (Fig. 7). The fungal communities of the nonfructification soils were typically dominated by one or two predominant fungal taxa. The nonfructification was not due to vanishing of the morel mycelium from the soils."

Can't remember where it came from, but I once read a convincing paper on fungal mycelium competition. It contended that once a variant establishes a network, other varieties were absent. There's lots of other kinds of dirt fungus. I can't remember ever finding morels in the presence of other mushrooms, can you?

True dat. That's exactly what happened to me the last time I was in active pursuit/bar mode (Eureka Springs). Struck up with a beauty at the bar for an hour, drinks were drank and tales were told. Feelin' pretty good about the whole thing till her girlfriend showed up. She was a man-hater and a burro rider (literally). Although I left with my 'nads, I felt... less... after that, and I don't like it. ...or.... maybe it's just 'cause I'm not 23 anymore...🫠

Our changing weather has everything I thought I knew all effed up. Hit the walleye when the first spring peepers sing. Out. Crappie and morels when the first dogwoods bloom. Out. I suppose the girls will all get uglier at closing time now too. 😵‍💫

That's exactly how I feel about golf.

Yeah, when it gets down to the stragglers, they can be lunkers. Spotted that one a good 40' away, it was glowing like a Vegas bordello. Many moons ago a buddy and I were late-season road hunting and when he said "Whoa!" I stopped and backed up and saw just the top of a monster poking above the weeds about 30' off the road. The part we could see was big as a ball cap. It was more than a week past prime, with a couple caved-in spots, but it was simply huge. I put an empty beverage can most of the way up the stem. There was enough good parts left in that one 'shroom to feed three with leftovers.