Magnum8

Clearly you do have a problem with it or you wouldn't be so passionate about it! That goes for the people who "second this" and "whack them!" I think I may have encountered "whack them." (After a few days, he goes and cuts them....I think he may have been the guy who watched me put out a trot line and then zipped across the way as I was still putting back (24' pontoon 40 hp engine...only goes 15 mph....so "putting" allowed my, now wife/then girlfriend to watch a bass boat fly over there and she thought he just cut my noodle that I tied to the center of my trot line, right where my weight was below it. My noodle, of course, had my name, address, telephone # and it had the dock address of where I was staying for that trip. Fortunately for me, this "moss covered.errrr BRAND NEW MADE BY HAND NICE TROT LINE that my girlfriend, who had never seen a catfish in person before/never held a fishing pole before/sure as hell never did any juggin or trotlining before, was extremely disappointed in. She said and I quote, "you must have spent a half dozen hours working on that set up and then some old man came along and just cut it? What stops them from doing that all the time?" ….to which I replied, "my grampas 44 hogleg he keeps on the boat; the ghettoriffic G9 with the 20 round clip of cop killaz, he keeps in his truck for when he is out and about in Kansas City and his .23 sniper rifle that he has been known to umm, well...keep people honest with.") Good news for you all. My grampa died 6 years ago this past march 23rd. Why do I remember that date? That is the day my wife and I found out that she was pregnant with our 1 and only son. Its a gatdamn miracle that he is here. My wife, best woman on earth, had thyroid cancer the 5 years we were married and unsuccessful having kids. We didn't find out that miserable news until our son was almost 2. I tell you all this, to share this with you...My grampa grew up around Crane Creek. My grandma grew up just off the Marble Grounds. Grampa took my noodling up and down the James as a kid; took me juggin and runnin trot lines and limp lines. He was a hero to me. My son is 5 1/2 years old now and loves to fish. He is particularly interested in catching a big ole flathead like the ones his great grandmother shows him pic of next to me when I was his age with Gramps holding it up...it being as big as me. (You read right...my grandmother is still alive. I guess there is something to drinking out of that fountain in Ponce?!) Anyway, my parents, wife, son and I are going to be spending a week down at the lake in mid july and in mid august. I have 20 jugs made up. As I stated before, I follow all the rules. I am not a drunk. (not with my son and my mother around, especially!) I don't litter, leave stuff behind, leave stuff in the middle of the lake or leave noodle jugs out floating alone for 12 hours. I might, however, sneak back in a creek in the middle of the night and throw them out and have to take the little guy in and come back, which can take an hour or more with my boat only putting 15 mph. I won't have them in a boat travelling area. You would have to go looking for them to find them. Building memories with my 5 year old that will last a lifetime is important to me. It is important to me for him to see things done the right way and to be rewarded for it. If you happen to spot me, my wonderful family, my legal jugs that are well tended to and not just left to cause issues or any other things that are negative that I hate as much as you do, please DO NOT teach my son that, no matter what you try to do, there are just angry old "bottomheads" out there that plain don't care about anyone or anything. Let him have these memories! Oh, and don't worry, we aren't going to keep all the fish and sell them or whatever the hell else you accuse people of (...and you are probably right, we will clean 1 or 2 midsized and flatheads and leave the rest.) Thank you and God Bless,