Buckshotdad1960

RSBreth Oct 4 2009, 04:07 PM Post #16 Longear Sunfish Group: Fishing Buddy Posts: 489 Joined: 18-December 05 From: Ozark, duh. Member No.: 196 This entire post has me starting to believe that the Drake's "hazing ritual" has some merit... you know, before someone has full rights to post.. http://www.drakemag.com/messageboard/viewt...f=1&t=13313 -------------------- My Website: OZARK OUTDOOR JOURNAL OzarkAnglers.Com Forum > Ozark's Rivers, Streams & Creeks > Finley River – crappie time Oviously you feel you own the forum and I’m an intruder. So your not a good sport or don’t have a sense of humor. That’s ok, no crime there, thank goodness no one owns the forum and the guy who post 1 time has just as much right to be here as the guy who just made his 1,000th post. OzarkAnglers.Com Forum > Ozark's Rivers, Streams & Creeks > James River -5lb smallie on the james Oviously you feel you own the river too. At the very least I think its safe to say your not willing to share the river or its resources. So at this point I’m wondering why now you would want to share a map with me to a spot that is again oviously hard to get to and hard to get back from and will no doubt yeild nothing for my effort? Your too kind but I think I’ll pass. Thanks for being a nice person and a buddy. Have a nice day. RSBreth Jul 1 2009, 06:35 AM Post #16 Longear Sunfish Group: Fishing Buddy Posts: 489 Joined: 18-December 05 From: Ozark, duh. Member No.: 196 Good fish in the James? Yep. Now be quiet about it! -------------------- My Website: OZARK OUTDOOR JOURNAL

Thanks smallmouthjoe, You’re my only friend! LOL At this point I’m not even convinced that there are any crappie in the james or finley! I really don’t expect anyone to openly tell me where they are but since I only need a few I look for someone to PM me and share a spot or two.

Thanks crappiemagnet, You’re my only friend! LOL Have you seen my pet mosquito? That buzzard bite through the chain and got away just right before I moved down here.LOL Say hi to the twin cities for me. I miss the crappie fishing there. I never thought I’d ever see a land so barren of crappie as SW MO. Yeah, if I ever find any crappies I’ll check the rules and see what they say. I’ve got all winter to do it. So far I’ve only gotten one good lead on where I can find some close. But it’s only a general area. Did they ever finish the repairs and reopen the Coon Rapids Dam on the Mississippi?

Just ignore this because I’m in one of those moods probably brought on by lack of omega 3! I still haven’t found the crappie yet, again, probably because there are none around here. Or maybe the right dude just hasn’t picked up on my Batman signal yet! Only picture the image of a crappie on the moon. Anyway, I had to baby sit my grandson today, all 1 and ½ years of him. He’s a good kid but this afternoon he was testing my resolve not to kill my offspring! LOL It’s a good thing that I have watched enough cheesy B rated karate films to make me a certified self imposed kung fu master because when I figured out he was taking my kindness for weakness I was forced to use the iron claw and the 12 deadly kicks of death to straighten him up! LOL He was a good kid by the time his parents picked him up. However at my age having to give up that much Jew, as in Jew don’t know who you’re messing with, takes a lot out of ya! Can anyone out there relate to this? With the house now reclaimed with peace and quite I went back to the game room where I put in a CD of the living planet. I was watching the segment on deep oceans and it wasn’t to long before I found myself stretched out on the couch looking for one of those old man naps. I must have had the TV up to loud because I was having the strangest dream. I dreamt I was a sword fish swimming around in the ocean looking for food. It wasn’t long and I found a school of giant minnows (I don’t know what they were) and began munching them like pop corn. Then from out of the blue comes this big whale shark and sucks them all up with one gulp. I put my fins on my hips and said, hey dude, do you mind, I was fishing here! Heck, I was starving too. Then the whale shark replied, hey buddy, you don’t own the ocean! That pissed me off so I said oh yeah, well I own this, and I rammed him in the side with my sword. I must have stuck him deep because I couldn’t pull out. The whale shark started to cry and said I’m gonna tell my dad then headed for the deep and I thought oh sh*t, this big old boy is just a kid. I wonder what his dad looks like. I tried even harder to get away but couldn’t. I struggled so hard to get away I woke myself up! I turned that darn TV off! I thought to myself in my dazed and confused deep sleep state, that’s what I don’t like about trout parks. Their too crowded. There’s always some rude idiot throwing in where you just caught one. Someone’s always catching your line. Once or twice I can handle. Five or six times I’m looking for my service revolver! LOL I like to get away from the crowd, that’s the way it was meant to be, not shoulder to shoulder! In fact that’s probably why I gave up trout fishing now that I think about it. I fished for trout all the time as a kid. Now I’ve caught some whoppers in the 6-10lbs class down in Saddle Brook on Bull Creek but as a kid the biggest rainbow I had caught might have, with me holding my thumb on the scale, tipped the three pound mark. Which brings me to another thing about trout parks I don’t like. No matter how much you know, no matter how hard you fish, no matter how many dues you pay there’s always some goofy idiot who gets lucky and catches all the big fish. I’ve seen it I don’t know how many times. You come walking around the bend and there stands a crowd of people congratulating the idiot on his catch like he’s angler of the year and clearly you can see he’s not. He’s always weird and scraggly looking, missing half his teeth and using miss matched equipment. The story’s always the same too. Well, Golly gee wiz I don’t even know what I’m doing, I just got here and I threw in with this thingy a bobber here what ever it is and thought I got snagged! I screamed for bob cuzz I sh*t my pants but he didn’t hear me cuzz he went back for beer and I thought he was gonna break my line or maybe my pole but my fire line didn’t break and my ugly stick held together like the commercial said it would and I got lucky and my hook didn’t come out cuzz I hooked him in the throat! Does anyone know how to clean this? I don’t know about you but when I hear the story I always have the same fantasy, I’m sitting on his chest with both hands around his neck screaming…DIE!….DIE!…DIE!..................AND DIE AGAN! LOL Now here’s a story that’s hard to believe but proves my point. When I was a kid one of my cousins went to Merrimack Springs. He was a couple years older than me and about as goofy as the day is long. This guy had no business ever picking up a fishing pole and yet he caught his limit (5 fish) and not one of them weighed less than 8lbs! It’s true, I saw the picture in the news paper he had that clearly showed his goofy face and the fish! Now can someone please tell me how this can happen? It was as if he was fishing in the stock tank, you know what I mean; where they keep the fish they set aside for breeding purposes. Of course he couldn’t have cheated like that though or he would have gotten caught. Trust me this guy wasn’t smart enough to have gotten away with something like that. I hated him! Still do! Here’s another quick story that I hope breaks your heart and helps prove my point. I grew up in Pulaski County in a town called Waynesville. We have a spring feed creek there that the DNR used to stock with Rainbow trout. Maybe they still do I don’t know because I haven’t been back there for years. Now, the very first time they stocked that creek they stocked it with brown trout. Every other time they stocked that creek after that they stocked it with rainbows. In the summer me and my friends would get together and jump off the wall into the spring to cool down. Sometimes people would come there with diving gear and go down in the spring. Personally I don’t like caving. I should know because I’ve been in a lot of them. But do to a near fatal mishap I’ll never set foot in another again and I sure wouldn’t have ever gone in one where your surrounded by cold water. But some people are crazy and every time these crazy people would come back up out of the spring they would tell stories of the monster brown and rainbow trout they would see just inside the entrance. I’ve caught trout there but never any monsters. Like all creeks and rivers they get reshaped every year by flooding where by old holes get covered up and new ones get dug out. One year when I was 14 I was fishing one afternoon just below the town bridge not to far away from the spring as the crow flies. I didn’t see it at first but when it moved over the clear bottom out of the moss I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was the biggest trout I had ever seen and it had a hooked jaw. I didn’t know what it was but it wasn’t a rainbow that was for sure. It turned out to be a brown trout. I fished for it for about an hour, I threw every thing I had at it and I couldn’t even get it to look at me. I fished that creek every day and had no idea where that fish came from. Looking back of course it must have come out of the spring. I had already been up and down the creek and was the only one fishing so I just left my pole and tackle there and ran the 2 blocks to my friend’s house to get his help. My buddy Allen didn’t believe me at first. At 14 Allen was the best fisherman I knew and I was the best he knew. Allen had been abandoned by his parents and his grandparents were raising him. They spoiled him with every rod and lure they could find, he had it all. Finally he said ok, you better not be lying and grabbed his snag rod. I said what are you doing, this is a trout? He said yes but if you couldn’t catch it then it can’t be caught so I’m going to try another idea. He wanted to snag it! When he saw it, it took him a couple of minutes to calm down. The greatest fisherman I knew couldn’t even tie his own hook on; I had to do it for him! Snagging that fish wasn’t easy but about a half hour later he did the imposable and snagged into it. What a moment that was! We were hanging on a little ledge and sure enough he slipped in the water but like the trooper he was he didn’t care he just went in further up to his neck and crossed the creek so he would be able to have all the room he needed to fight the fish but no sooner did he get there then the fish came off! He couldn’t see the fish from that side so he crossed back over and the fish went back to the original spot where he had first hooked it. It was Leary now and it took him about an hour to hook it again. This time we both crossed the creek and he fought that fish up and down the bank. Finally he wore it down enough to get it near the bank and just when we thought we were going to get it the darn fish got off again. It was the trill of victory and the agony of defeat all rolled into one. We crossed back over to try it again but by this time it was getting dark and we couldn’t find or see the fish. I had to get home before dark or risk a beating from my psychopathic mother and I lived a mile away so we made a pact with each other right there and then not to breathe a word about the fish to anyone and meet back the next day to try and get it. And with that I left him standing there casting in the dark. For the next three days we searched every where for that fish but never seen it again. We thought it must have died. As the days went by we told others about the fish but no one believed us. Then two weeks later Allen, the two Taylor boys and a punk by the name of Darrel where all swimming just down river from where I had originally found the fish and they saw it. Allen ran home and grabbed the snag pole and hooked into it for the third time and again it got away. The next day the very same 4 sneaky snakes again found the fish but this time it had moved back up river to the original place I had found it and again the same scenario played out. (only without me) Allen snagged into it 2 more times with it getting off each time only this time when it got off for the second time the fish was worn out and in shallow water so Darrel jumps on it like it’s a football and hand catches it. Just for the record I would like to point out in case by chance Allen is reading this (you bast***) that no one told me that any of this was going on. I found all this out after the fact when I see Darrel’s picture in the paper holding up a 9lb brown trout. He said he caught it on cheese but nothing could be further from the truth. More like he was cutting the cheese! And he was holding up the good side of the fish for the picture because the other side had to of had at least 5 holes in it. From what I understand after a little investigating, nothing was even said about the holes in the fish. Now only Darrel could have gotten away with that! It must pay to have a rich daddy! Anyway after that I hated Darrel! Still do!

Fishingcricket you monster! Take it easy on him, he's just a boy! LOL Well, maybe not! But at least give him two to one odds and let him make the first cast! LOL

Speaking of an earlier post I made here about the James and Finley rivers, does anyone know of some spots to catch crappie out of these rivers?

Thank you eric1978, My thoughts exactly and that’s why I do other things in the winter and wait on spring before contemplating my return to the water. In MN before dead winter sets in or in milder winters where the water doesn’t freeze on the rivers, when people fish, most don’t use artificial lures but natural bait instead. Even on the lakes ice fishermen who might use a spoon or jig still tip it with a minnow, wax worm or leach. Fishing it dead still seems to be the ticket. Power plants that draw their water from the river to cool their generators return the warmed water to the river which provides open water down stream of the plant for a distance all winter long. In that open warm water it is possible to use and catch fish on artificial lures. Also, here is an interesting fact. The DNR in MN has done studies with tagged river smallies and found that when it come to spawning time, fish may travel up wards to 20 miles up stream to spawn just to return home again to the same stretch of river they use in the summer. Oddly enough they also can live up to about twenty years in the wild according to the MCD here in MO. They don’t die off every 3-5 years like crappie.

Is there not a champion among you? Is there not one crappie master out there? Out of the 40 views where is the one brave enough to speak? Have some MF courage! Sing along! (To the tune of Under Dog) Ooooh whaaa ooooh aaaah oooh aaaah ooooh When looking at an empty plate There is no time to hesitate So help us out and be a mate You’re the one the best the great Show yourself it is your fate Before the fish move and it’s too late Tell us all who wait and wonder Where they go when deep down under So even though you’re not a singer And have to type with just one finger It’s easier than Jerry Springer The pride you’ll feel will last and linger So hold your head high and be now sworn To lead the way, for which you were born Show us the path well used and worn It’s time to rise and blow your horn You’re the man A crappie man LOL Somebody tell us where you have caught at least one crappie before.

Or does the cold keep most people away? Because frankly, I was born and raised here and I have never fished a spring in the winter or heard of people fishing a spring in the winter but if the springs are loaded with fish then why wouldn’t more people take advantage of that? If people in MN fish through the ice then surly people would fish here where for the most part the water never freezes. In my mind now I’m picturing all the fish in the river migrating to the mouths of springs in the winter. Would this be a true assumption in your opinion? Do crappies do this to? LOL I bet you knew where I was going with this.

Well would you agree that this is true? 90% of the fish are in 10% of the lake? And if that’s true then would you say that that changes in the winter? If 90% of the fish are concentrated in the springs then do most fish for them then?

Alright! That might make sense but what about other fish and the food they eat? Does anything stay in the river?

Why would they do that?

Walleyes love bullheads! Well, at least the little ones. I don’t know how many walleyes I have cut open to finds their stomachs just stuffed full of them. MN is plagued with bullheads. If not for the walleye and the mung, (people from Laos) there would be no hope of controlling them. The Mung will eat anything. When they fish an area they catch everything. When their done not even the birds come any more! LOL I’m not kidding. These people are natural born fishermen. Even the kids can out fish the average white man! LOL Their families are huge. 20 people can live in a closet. When they go fishing they descend like locus on a field. We should use them as a secrete weapon to control the things we don’t want like bullheads, zebra muscles, those flying carp things, regular carp and so on. They shouldn’t even have to buy a fishing license. Stunted lakes should be designated mung fishing lakes only until they clean them out so that they can be restocked. The Mung could be a valuable resource if handled properly. And no, I’m not insulting them. They wouldn’t think their being insulted by this. They would think we were being stupid by just letting them have all they wanted. They just have a different taste for food than we do and they don’t waste things

Hold the phone! Forget Bennett! When your catching Goggle eye like the one fishingcrickets got there who needs Bennett springs? Fishingcricket, warm the car up and give me an auger!

Ok, I’ll call it falling rock cave! Pheeeew! I gotta lay down. Naming things is hard work. LOL You owe me one!

UUUUUUUUUHHHHHH………Oaf’er Terry Beeson? WHAT DID I WIN? WHAT DID I WIN?

Personally, I think you need to check yourself into the Betty Ford hospital for trout fishermen! LOL I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t love ya but I think you have a problem! You need to learn to hunt. Just put the fly rod down and say no! I don’t fish in the winter but when I was young I experimented with it. Back then I moved to and lived in Minnesota for a few years. The First time was with a newly made friend who bragged of the huge catches he made at a secrete spot he had for when a storm front approached. I guess I just let the peer pressure get to me so I went with him one time on such an occasion. He drilled a hole in the ice with his gas powered auger and we settled into what I thought was going to be a great experience. Then we set there for two hours as the blizzard moved in and finally were blown off the ice without so much as even a bite! All I caught was a cold! Hello, my name is Buckshotdad1960 and I’m an ice fisherman! LOL A few years later I had a relapse when my boss insisted he had it all figured out and it was a no miss situation. He provided every thing we needed and all I had to do was show up. It was bitter cold but the conversation and talk of a promotion made it look like going was the right thing to do. We never got a bite but as we sat there we watched a guy not 50 feet away from us catch his limit on both sunnies and crappie. That gave us the fever and kept us sitting there but we came to hate this man as he pulled one fish after another out. We began to tell dirty jokes about him and when he turned around we threw ice balls at him. We were so cold neither one of us could throw an ice ball far enough to reach him and I don’t think he ever figured out what was going on. He would stare at us but when he looked we would laugh ourselves silly! When he left we moved over to his ice holes before they had a chance to freeze in and never even got a bite. We even picked up and used the waxy worms he had dropped but still no luck. I lost all 12 toes that day and most of my fingers. Now they just call me nubs. That’s why I vowed on my baby’s momma I’d never go ice fishing again! LOL The winters came and went and I thought it was all behind me until one day my children wanted to go ice fishing with some of our neighbors. Their kids were slightly older and there was a bunch of them so I figured I better go along to make sure they could watch and handle all of the kids. I barrowed my neighbors hand held auger and began to drill through the ice. Now I know why people buy gas powered augers. By the time I drilled through 4 feet of ice I had had 3 heart attacks, 2 strokes, a seizure and a partridge in a pear tree! Again, we caught nothing, not even a bite. From that time on when ever anyone mentioned ice fishing I just laughed. I didn’t fall for that any more! In fact to this day when the temperature drops below a hundred and ten in the shade I don’t even go for fear of frost bite. But then that’s just me. Go ahead and go, but at least be honest with yourself when you get out there and ask yourself, is this really necessary? LOL There, hopefully this will help start your post off. If people think all you have is me to talk to they may decide to help you out! Good luck and don’t fall in!

My name is Buckshotdad1960. I am a real person, not a robot! I’m the roughest, toughest, meanest S.O.B. this side of the Mississippi............Well, at least when my wife let’s me! LOL If you’re a real person sound off!

(click, click, click) There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home! Anti M is that you? I had the most terrible dream! I dreamed I went into a thread called THE FINLEY RIVER because I wanted to see if I could find a place to fish for crappie close to my house. I was sure I would find a place to fish and make a few friends but I was wrong. They beat me up and took my lunch money. One old boy by the name of RSHreth bent me over a stump and made me squeal like a pig! DON”T GO THERE! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! The people on that thread are real poor too. All they had for music was two DUELING BANJOES. Then I went over to a thread called THE JAMES RIVER and put my canoe in. I yelled out, ANYONE KNOW WHERE I CAN CATCH SOME CRAPPIE? But no one replied. I didn’t see anyone but I heard those dueling banjoes again so I just left my canoe on the bank and ran for the car! I’ll never go back there again! Man, my butt hurts! LOL Kayser, That was the best 2 cents you have ever spent! With that money I can feed my Ethiopian family of five for years! LOL Thank you for that post! It is by far the best one yet. I hope you don’t mind if I frame it and hang it on the wall? I’m going to carve it in stone so I can hit people with it! LOL Like any great document, your post will be studied for years to come by crappie anglers of all ages from all over. However, I noticed in your post you mentioned bullheads so I find the burden falling on my shoulders as my sacred duty to warn you that in the future to watch your language! LOL WE HATE BULLHEADS! Other than that your post was very enjoyable. Thank you for contributing and please feel free to do so again! Troutgnat, You’re my only friend! For bravery above and beyond the call of duty risking personal loss of your private fishing spot to the hordes of nomadic crappie anglers in the Greene county area, I’m recommending you for the Silver Star! Congratulations son, you are by far the bravest angler I have ever known! This world would be a better place if more men were like you! (starts to cry) It is an honor and a privilege to know you! LOL As for me, I have been demoted for not knowing where to fish for crappie in the Springfield lake. In front of everyone my crappie rod was broken in half, my tackle box kicked and spilled, then I stood silent and still as my two golden crappie stars that took me years to get were removed from my shoulders and I was reduced in rank to fish cleaner! LOL But, oh yeah, I forget you already know that because you’re the one WHO DID IT! Now I’m gonna get ya Tony Scarebony! You think I give a darn about your Silver Star! If I catch you on the bank I’m gonna still your fish! LOL Watch your tackle box! Watch your tackle box! LOL LOL, yeah, even I know I’m crazy! Alright! Anyway, in all fairness though, once when I was at the Springfield lake walking around talking to people. I had one guy point to the general area you were talking about and told me that you could catch spawning crappie there in the spring. Maybe he knew what he was talking about but I didn’t give the information much credit because the guy looked like a railroad bum. Boy, this guy needed a bath! I don’t even know if he had teeth because of his scraggly beard but his breath sure smelt like cheese! Then he tried to bum some money off me. To top it all off he was using a snoopy rod from Wal-Mart! Gee…I sure hope that guy isn’t you! LOL At any rate, thanks for the tip. This spring I will have my best detectives on the case and we’ll see if we can solve this mystery! I’ll call in Charley Chan if I have too! I didn’t know about the Horton Smith golf course but the next time I feel like getting hit with a golf ball I’m going there! LOL I did know about the Hospital though. In fact I’ve fished it and caught a ton of green sunfish. Nothing of any great size but I had fun. So keep those cards and letters coming, we all might just learn a thing or two from you.

I can’t believe it! LOL Look at ya! See how ya are? You’d all leave a poor helpless old crippled 50lb man floating on his back in the cement pond rather than give up one of your fishing spots. Shame on you! Shame, shame, shame! I’ve got algae growing on my back and moss growing on my chest! The ducks use me as an island, and still no one cares! LOL (Violin starts) Where you born without a heart? Where’s your compassion? (sniffles) Think of my poor, poor little hillbilly children. Can’t you just see their poor little sunken in brown eyes looking up at you begging for a bite of crappie? We’ve all got rickets from no omega Threes! Little Timmy can’t feel his legs! Where’s the crappie poppa? Where’s the crappie poppa, they ask me as they cry their selves to sleep at night! Maybe they’ll tell me tomorrow I say, maybe tomorrow! I kiss their little foreheads and shoe away the flies. LOL (oh, that was good right there) Then I spread the news papers out over their little rickety bodies and start to gently sing until all I can hear is the sound of little growling tummies……. When the sun came up this morning I took the time to watch it rise I thought how small and unimportant All my troubles seem to be And how lucky Another day belongs to me Please share the crappies So my children will live you see You’ll save their lives And little Timmy will still be with me Then in the pond we’ll put some crappies So we can watch’em spawn And I’ll say how lucky That you were a friend to me And I may cry a little With joy on bended knees As I choke my wife Because she was mean to me LOL Come on, I ked, I ked! Oh well, it’s my song it should have a happy ending, remember I’ve been floating in the cement pond because you won’t share your fishing spot! I’m sorry but I’m just a little delusional from the hunger, the cold, the algae, the moss, the ducks – PLUS I CAN”T SEE DAMNIT! LOL (starts to cry) I MISSED EVERYONE LOVE’S RAMOND BECAUSE OF YOU! LOL

Crickets!

Hey has any body ever heard of anyone catching crappie on the James? Or is that just one of those old wives tails you hear about? I’m looking to catch a couple to put in a pond. White or black, I don’t care. Size, I don’t care. I’m sure if there is crappies in the James there are no big ones. What about Flathead? The smaller the better or what ever, I’m just looking for a few fish for the pond to eat the crappie. I’ll use this info starting next spring so if you have found fish at sometime note what time of year you had contact and where. At least about where, give me a close point of contact to start looking. Thanks for sharing and add your fishing story about your catch if you want. I’m sure there are locales out there that are good enough at fishing to become river guides. Are you one? Show us what you know!

I’M JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME CRAPPIES! LOL My kin folk have all turned again me! They’ve done give me the evil eye! They want rid of me because I’m old and can’t find any crappies! I can’t feed’em! My fingers are all crippled up with the rumatissum and I can’t turn my reel any more! I’m all worn out in the service of my family. LOL I remember the first night I meet my wife. I could tell she liked me. I liked her too so I didn’t beat around the bush, I just told her straight out I didn’t like a woman that was too sensitive or vulnerable……. So she stabbed me! LOL When I found out she could cook I married her! But now that I’m old and all crippled up with the rumatissum and can’t find the crappie, she carries me out to the cement pond everyday and throws me in! There’s no brush for me to grab hold of with my old crippled hands to pull myself out! LOL (Where’s that darn violin)(Violin starts) I can’t even swim! I just have to float and hope the wind blows me to shore. (Begins to cry) Someday the wind doesn’t even blow! If only I could find some crappies close to the house then I’d be a hero again and maybe they would feed me! I just weigh fifty pounds. (Cough, cough, wheeze) So please, if anyone out there knows where an old crippled up fifty pound man can find some crappies and you want to help save my life please call this toll free number at: 1-800-HERE-THEY-ARE that’s 1-800-HERE-THEY-ARE call now, operators are standing by! Void where prohibited by Law All liar’s and pranksters will be shot

Thanks Reb, You know, you’re alright. No I mean it! Your ok! I don’t care what your kids say. LOL These hillbillies don’t know what crappies are! I’m just trying to locate some so I can pick up a few in the spring but so far no luck. I may have to go against everything I believe in as well and cross that mason/Dixon line! “Have pole – will travel” may become my battle cry! Thanks for looking out for me. If you hear of anything in my neck of the woods let me know.

Yeah, you’re my brother Larry! LOL I like your post too! In fact I’ve been looking for a lock nest monster every since you brought it up! I like your blog page. I’m glad to see you have a sense of humor. Some people just don’t get my humor. I posted a response that I thought was funny in a thread called “3p Triathalon” but I heard those puckering sphincter noises again. LOL Oh well, it’s a tough crowd, a tough crowd! What can you do but march on?