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That is a stack for a little car. But it is a Yoda, it can handle it. I remember a time when the truck went in to the shop because a garbage truck hit it while picking up trash and the only rental was a Dodge 2 door Shadow mini car. Foam blocks and 17' Grumman on top, roped off good front and back. Almost a weekend of firewood in back seat and camp gear in trunk. I drove it with overdrive off and used cruise control to control speed. I was peeved that it was all they had to offer as a rental. Garbage company had to pay a little extra in the long run. I was nice and warned them, I have a truck.

Crap, that was 2 years ago. Thats Liberal media for ya.

First, Lava spewing out of the earth in paradise. North Korea wants Peace. Massive hail storms in NE Missouri. Now, 2 headed deer in Minnesota. https://www.livescience.com/62571-two-headed-deer-minnesota.html What is the world doing, its going to end soon. The news.

If that copperhead is 4' 5", then the guy holding it is only 3' tall. Or something is way off on the perspective on it.

That is a pretty big swarm, rent a lift to get it. Or try to follow them when they lift off

One thing I always noticed about 303, it never really felt greasy, just slick. I just went to Google and looked it up, no petro, mineral oil, silicone, or alcohol. Water based. Worked good on fly lines. Last time I saw it around here was in a box of wipes and I used them all on my yaks. Gonna have to look for more. 303 Product Page

I did not realize Bullheads were rough fish. I considered them quite the sport in my younger years fishing with Grandpa.

My thoughts on the matter at the retreat seemed to hit home on some. It is what it is, nothing we could do to stop it or prevent it. Fight it and win but face death because it will all get us sometime. Its the one thing we all have in common, death gets us in the end. Live every day while you can because some day it will end for all of us. I watched a cheesy movie, A Million Ways to Die in the West, during this time. It was full of people getting whacked by stupid stuff. On the way to St Louis with my daughter to the meeting with the docs, we came across a wreck site on the interstate, a fire and rollover was evident by the mess on the road. I later found out it was a friend of mine that probably wasted his life drunk and at hi speed texting at 3 am in the morning acting like some teenager in heat not like the adult he was at 47. He left behind kids and died pretty stupidly, for no reason. He never even saw it coming I am guessing and I pray he never felt it. During those weeks of treatment and recovery, I lost a few more friends, but none of them knew it was coming. I now know mine is coming but will never know when. But I am ready as I can be. My life has new viewing.

Probably use it to cook meth with, the stuff is really good. Maybe it was for security reasons.

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.