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There's a fitting line from the Eagles song The Last Resort; "call someplace paradise kiss it goodbye" Of course they were referring to mid-19th century California, which took us a relatively long time to destroy. It's just a matter of scale.

I hope it goes to 1128'. No generation in January really messes with my game plan!

Yes, fair, definitely, meh.

I believe that feller's got a handle on it, yep.

Reminds me of a trout farm story. Got up one morning to find lightning had killed off my raceway of 4-7lb brood fish. Most went to the smoker, but I froze about 15 of the prettiest hook-mouth males for a friend that was learning taxidermy. As he'd complete one, I'd hang it in the bait shop for sale. Sold them all but one over the next couple years, mostly to WM suits to hang in their offices. Several had me toss them their mount so they could say they 'caught it'. One paid extra for a good story. Still have one, but I'm kind of attached to it.

They serve the same purpose as a mans t-shirt with a corny pickup line. They're only temporary, and only on males.

That's hilarious! You can't make that stuff up!

(getting the popcorn)

Heck, if you have a wife there's no problem losing a net... just tie a rope to her ankle and send her out to retrieve it.

I don't know where you're used to pitching a net, but around here if you can't see a clean bottom, don't let your net sink to the bottom. Yeah, you might miss some shad, but better than losing a net. The spot rps noted can be real good, but throw just a little too far out, or let it sink just a little too long... bye, bye.

Before the cold snap you could've hit the very back end of any long creek arm you could drive to (Prairie Creek, Avoca, Coose, etc). Probably not now. Best bet from the bank would be one of several drive-to spots at Monte Ne. The springs there may delay them moving back deep. Added Since you're already at HI, it couldn't hurt to try right there. With the sun out, a few might be up shallow on the flat at the mouth of Leatherwood Creek (turn right immediately across the bridge to pull out on the shallow point if the snow's gone). Also try near the old bridge pier on the north side (you can hit 15-20' water from there).

Stella!

Jitterbug?

From my IE11 tablet, quote works now... From my IE11 tablet, quote works now... Copy/paste does too. Good job done by a good job doer! Thanks Phil!

That's cause there aren't any left. Beaver's the hot ticket now.

LOL. Only at work. Around here, I'd be disappointed if there was none. Added Better answer. Yeah I tried it, but I didn't have a reflection in the mirror afterward.

OK, allowing site cookies fixed the logout issue, but still can't quote or paste. Working... AV site scan found no malware, but it does report excessive BS... :-)

My desktop PC has no issues at all, XP/IE9. On an 8.1 tablet with IE11 now, and have no clipboard access (paste), can't quote, and get logged out even with "remember me" checked. Need to look into my cookie jar I guess.

Try $4,500/acre; http://www.terrascend.com/property/1695

From a safety and comfort standpoint, I totally agree. And if you perceive getting skunked as a failure, going to such extremes is a total waste of time. Back then, I didn't really care if I caught much or not, I went to learn. I managed to succeed at that every time I went. On this particular trip I learned that I couldn't troll for fish that wouldn't rise above 70'. They didn't have to, being served up a continuous buffet of dead and dying shad slowly being sucked toward the dam by the 24hr generation.

Not even a bite.

The Mississippi All of it (but not in a canoe)

It was New Years Day, I believe in 1987 (could be a year or two off). We had experienced an unusually long stretch below 32 degrees, and Beaver was frozen over. I hit every ramp and road access on the west and north sides from Hickory Creek to the dam looking for a place to launch the 12' jon from the bed of my 2WD Datsun pickup. The only open water I found was at the dam. I spent an hour carrying buckets of water to the top of the ramp to thaw out a couple of tracks to the water in the snow. I trolled the entire perimeter of available open water for stripers over the next few hours, and I'm absolutely positive I was the only guy on Beaver Lake at that moment in time. Fast forward to the present... I haven't gone beyond my mailbox since Wednesday evening. Like the sign says, I can't dance like I used to...

About 20 years ago, I stopped by the upper end of Lake Windsor here in BV to investigate the newly exposed lake bottom, recently brought to light by the first maintenance drawdown since it was built. In the mud not far from the road I saw what looked to be the shape of a pistol and dug it out. After washing it off I could see it was an old Ivers Johnson .410 pistol with a layer of string tightly wrapped around the grip in a crude attempt at padding. Cool! I had stopped there while on my way to the dump. Back then you had to get the dump gate key from the police station, so when I stopped for the key I thought it would be wise to take the gun in to show my friend KF (now the Chief) in case it might have been used in a crime and then conveniently tossed in the lake. He said he'd look into it. I gave it to him and added that if nothing came of it, I'd like to keep it. Got the key and proceeded to the dump. At the dump I bumped into one of the lake maintenance boys I knew and told him the story. As soon as he heard about the string on the handle, he said, 'that was old Ray's snake gun' (Ray had been a lake ranger on Windsor until his passing). Armed with what I felt was clearly a positive ID, I returned the key to the cop shop and explained what I'd learned, asking for the gun back. "Oh, you can't have that gun without a collectors license. You don't have one do you?" Grrrrrr. I'll bet whichever one of them has it now doesn't have a collectors license either...

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