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Oh boy Wrench is going all X-files on us :) We know he won't be packing heat to protect himself but I think he needs a frigging laser to shoot those UFO (unidentified FALLING objects) out of the sky. Blow them into space dust to fall harmlessly back to earth. There is one of those eggs now on the bottom of that pond like on under the dome . :O_O:

^^^^^^^ closest thing to an alien I could find on here!

BilletHead

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Wrench, were you an apprentice Toker at the time? Maybe somebody sold you African crap and told you it was Acapulco Gold ?

I think maybe Quillback might have the best answer

"Honor is a man's gift to himself" Rob Roy McGregor

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When I was a kid, maybe 9 or 10, me and my dad were fishing one of his favorite ponds in float tubes. We had been out a while and I was pretty tired of kicking myself around. We were headed back to the truck and from where we were at you could either cut a 20 yard line through the thick moss right to the truck, you could go around it. Probably a couple hundred yards. Dad liked to fish the edge of the moss but it sucked for me. So this day I decided to cut through. I got about half way through to where I could stand. Took off my fins so I could walk and headed for dry land. In water just above my knees something grabbed one of my calves. Scared the hell out of me and I took off for the truck screaming like a little girl. Never knew for sure what it was. My dad always thought it was probably a big catfish. The marks on my leg pretty much matched up to that theory. Looked like something had bit down on it like an ear of corn and when I yanked it away those sandpaper teeth scraped me up pretty bad. Even drew a trickle of blood. I think my dad thought I was full of it until he saw my leg.

I didn't take the shortcut anymore.

 

 

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When I was a kid, maybe 9 or 10, me and my dad were fishing one of his favorite ponds in float tubes. We had been out a while and I was pretty tired of kicking myself around. We were headed back to the truck and from where we were at you could either cut a 20 yard line through the thick moss right to the truck, you could go around it. Probably a couple hundred yards. Dad liked to fish the edge of the moss but it sucked for me. So this day I decided to cut through. I got about half way through to where I could stand. Took off my fins so I could walk and headed for dry land. In water just above my knees something grabbed one of my calves. Scared the hell out of me and I took off for the truck screaming like a little girl. Never knew for sure what it was. My dad always thought it was probably a big catfish. The marks on my leg pretty much matched up to that theory. Looked like something had bit down on it like an ear of corn and when I yanked it away those sandpaper teeth scraped me up pretty bad. Even drew a trickle of blood. I think my dad thought I was full of it until he saw my leg.

I didn't take the shortcut anymore.

I wouldn't have been back in the pond, let alone the shortcut.

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Wrench, were you an apprentice Toker at the time? Maybe somebody sold you African crap and told you it was Acapulco Gold ?

I won't lie, I was a toker but the guy I was with wasn't....so we were both quite straight. We were a tad dehydrated maybe, no room for a cooler in the little pond hopper boat.

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I won't lie, I was a toker but the guy I was with wasn't....so we were both quite straight. We were a tad dehydrated maybe, no room for a cooler in the little pond hopper boat.

We need to go fishing soon! I keep saying it but it's hard to break away. I want to do the Osage when the river calms down

"Honor is a man's gift to himself" Rob Roy McGregor

Posted

Well, that one was OK. But I REALLY liked the first one! "WTF" I think I blew soda out my nose. :)

DaddyO

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