jdmidwest

The black bottle stuff was what I was used too. All the labels on the one time use was black also. I did notice a multitude of variables, probably different mixes.

I know that and appreciate it very much. I did a shrimp boil at my buddies house in St Louis a year ago tonite. It was the last meal before the taste buds blew out. It was also the last normal day before the radiation took its toll. By the third week I slowed down to radiation and rest which went on until July. Pounds started coming off, over 40 of them. Since the radiation and damage to throat, tongue, and saliva glands, bread sandwiches are a thing of the past. My last big ole hamburger was a year ago today at Red Robin for lunch, but the taste was beginning to fail. Most of the taste is back now, but eating sandwiches and anything else in big bites becomes a choking hazard. Talking while eating ends up in a choking spell too. But I take my time and eat well enough to keep things going. I do miss the burgers and sandwiches. But I am a very lucky man, things could have went alot worse.

Armorall is too greasy. 303 is pure silicone I think and does dry well. Back in 90's I bought little foil pack foam wipes for fly lines that were 303. Guess I will have to Google it.

Where did you fine 303 at? It is the wonder juice for plastic protection and flylines. Have not seen it for years.

Wish it were me. And I like H&K's I have been a Jester at some times.

A year has past since I heard the famous song by Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire" starting the radiation treatments. I was strapped into a stiff table by my head, gave the safe sign in case I felt something may be wrong, and the 3 strangers left the room and closed the big lead door to start it off. The lights, sounds, and that song will ever be engraved into my head. I ended the 37 sessions weeks later and in a lot worse shape. But we ended as friends and Buck Cherry's "Crazy Beech" was my exit music. I look back over the last year and remember all that has past. I miss Norm M. I do enjoy life so much more and my 2 new grandbabies. My little grandson that was born on the day I found the second tumor has a special place in my heart. Family is above all now and friends. Thanks for all of the prayers and well wishes that helped me get thru the toughest time in my life.

Never saw a purpose for a target that is supposed to bounce. Recipe for richochet.

You are supposed to hit the thing with a bullet. Check your aim.....

For it being a goofy spring, bees seem to like it. Hives at farm were full of nectar and brood two weeks ago. One had swarm queen cells, I took those and made a new hive. Slow spring has made lots of flowers. Clover should be great. It's just nice to be able to get back on track with things around here.

Chernobyl started a year ago next week for me. I worked the hives at the farm before it started and did not do anything again until I harvested honey late in August. I was happy to see that all 3 hives made it thru the winter and doing well. I bought 2 more hives from a local supplier to restart bees at my house. Then the next week, I made 3 hives out of the ones at the farm to help keep them from swarming. They are all doing well and my hive count is back to 8. The year cancer struck, hives failed and went from 20 to 3 in a few months due to attack from a pest called the small african hive beetle. I have sprayed the ground and should have the strength to fight them this year. Weather has been nice for bees an buildup has been great this spring so far.

Mo carp could fill a truck there.

Better late than never, take 2 days off and it takes a week to catch up. For the record, I held my little cousin in my arms when I was about 4 years old and have a pic to prove it somewhere. Some time down the line he out grew me. It was a great trip, I had been waiting over a year to fish with the Billethead and it was worth every minute. Time flies when you are having fun and it got away from us quick. We will spend more time in the future for sure. I met some great people on the trip, both sides of the show. The fishing buddies and the members of the group. The organizers were special too. Its a great program, if you are ever lucky enough to get cancer and survive, spend a few days on one of these retreats. I use the word lucky loosely as I met some that were not as lucky as I was, but all were on their way to being great flyfishermen. Cancer changes a person, it tends to make you a better person, stronger in many ways. I beat my cancer back twice, so I was the pro at recovery. I was able to pass along words of wisdom and healing that gave others inspiration. That was my reward along with getting to fish an area that I had scanned a few times in the past with some great guides. Kent was great and I learned some small fly techniques that will be used in the future. Steve was great, he marveled at my calm disposition as I caught and released fish, and my ability to recover flies from the trees with ease. I kept steering my fishing buddies to the stream that runs thru Westover and left the other waters for others. It felt funny giving up my line to another fisherman to tie flies on and net my fish. I wish I could have spent some time with Patfish outside of the meetings, he looks like a fun guy to fish with. As always, meeting others off this forum face to face is always great. Be well, Fish on!

Sweet. Thank God he did not snag a carp too....................

I agree whole heartedly. I sell a product that I don't own and most of my family does not either, but I do it very, very well and eke out a living doing it. 40 hours a week is all I can barely give a s it about it and do not wish to hear about it after hours. Don't even try to ask me to fix one, I only sell. Its a job. I have worked in jobs selling products I use and enjoy and had a good time also. I have trained others and felt some satisfaction in doing so. But what I do on my own free time is what I enjoy the most and what others should judge me as a person for. Don't judge me based on my job, its not my life.

How many cops ever shoot a gun outside of training and qualification but carry one daily? It's a job for most, not a passion.

Hey, I resemble that remark. My company truck is a Ford and its the biggest POS I have ever had to drive. Give me a Tundra or Silverado any day.

I think I heard it thunder sometime last night, but not enough to wake me. First normal night this week with all things going on and grandkids.

My daughter texted me from recovery that Cole was squirmy and hard to hold on to, I suggested lipping him. Fun day on the Baby Floor with both of them there at the same time. They started one the night before by inducing, the other had a scheduled C section. I saw one off to the surgeon and left to visit the other. We left that room for a little while and she gave birth. I was just about to wrap my arms around that one when the other texted that we could come in and see hers. Later that evening, the Pediatrician came in to give his report with all of us in the room with one set of parents. He left and shortly after we headed over to the other room, walking in on him giving another report. He stopped and looked at me, I told him to continue. He was still puzzled and questioned why I was there. I showed him my stickers for both rooms and explained. He had a good laugh about his confusion. Divorce sucks but life works out in the end. Its been 20 years since the x wife, but I have built a bigger and better family the second time around. And I have raised 2 fine girls that will pass it along to their kids.

Big tree and a chainfall to winch it up on transom? Hard to tell without seeing all of boat.

More fishing equipment, bigger boat, more guns for the new generation. 4 grandkids, gonna have to buy my own sporting goods chain.

Had a once in a lifetime experience yesterday, hopefully. My daughter and step daughter both delivered babies in the same hospital with the same doctors on the same floor, 90 minutes apart. Meet my first blood grandson, Cole and my first granddaughter, Cloe. Had to throw that one in too, they will share the same birthday, same names almost, and the same families now for the rest of their lives. All are doing well and healthy.

Sounds like a job on his back under it.

Jacks, chain fall, cherry picker, tractor with a front end loader. You need something to lift it clear of the trailer to work on it. Or just jack one end up and work on it, then jack the other up.

I keep my first aid kit around for others to use.

A pic of that spring being compressed would be worth a few thousand words. Good ole country engineering.