|02-13-2003 10:59 PM|
Naahh, he is just a one-man chamber of commerce for his bank's mortgage division. He wants us all to move there, buy a house, have him provide the mortgage and then he can talk all of us into using our rods so he doesn' have to buy any more for himself.
|02-13-2003 08:37 AM|
He's a mean one, eh?
|02-13-2003 08:25 AM|
|DFix||He'll most likely be doing that buttoned-down collared shirtsleeve thing again...|
|02-13-2003 12:18 AM|
Do I detect a touch of gloating for the benefit of us in Puget Sound not having many fish around? Oh the shame of it all!
|02-12-2003 09:25 PM|
Dear God! The cork on that rod looks 'prestine,'
you must have been Double Desperate to go after these "MONSTER FISH" with that type of equipment.
I think you need some Rogue River Time to clean out your brain cells.
"Late Lunch" again this afternoon: flat missed two, one during a cell phone call. Sigh ... business goes on as usual even in Medford.
|02-12-2003 06:45 PM|
Wise man - never question SWMBO too closely about such matters. Things always take a turn for the worse.
BTW, forgot that the last carp caught was on a spey rod - that is sinking to new lows, eh?
|02-12-2003 04:47 PM|
At 10 spey rods I'd have to say it was/is
an "addiction." Joan says I "need help;" as a long time husband I've learned not to have her explain exactly what she means by that.
|02-12-2003 04:30 PM|
|SDHflyfisher||there's no hope for any of us|
|02-05-2003 08:32 PM|
It's about time
that I admitted to my addiction.
I am a fly fisher.
Admission is supposed to make you feel better. They say that admitting it is the first step on the road to recovery but I kinda like the disease.
I live in a little town in Southern Ontario just a few miles from the Grand River. My avatar on my posts makes reference to "eclectic flyfisher" that pretty well sums up my approach to this business. I'll fish for pretty well anything with scales and I've even caught a few things that don't have any (BIG snapping turtles, crabs, clams, etc.) It doesn't matter if the stream is only a rod-length wide, a river that's 100s of yards across, a pond, a lake, an ocean; they're all fun for me.
OK, I'll come clean, I've even caught carp on a fly rod - deliberately! [I feel better now that I've admitted that.] I've even been known to stand on a decrepit dock in my spiffy work duds, throwing poppers on a 2 wt. to itty-bitty sunfish. Anyway, my addiction took a turn for the worse about five years ago when I acquired my first spey rod. I hate to admit it but it's been downhill ever since. Hell, I don't even lust to catch fish with it anymore - casting it is enough. Remember the old commercial? "This is your brain. This is your brain when using a spey rod." Sizzle.
I've been told there's no hope for me.