pairofgreenhorns

Reimer is a sick joke. Get rid of this guy. Kessel was a disaster on the first goal, giving the puck away, then not covering the man who scored but Reimer realistically should have had both those shots. The book is out on Reimer and every team knows to shoot glove on him, guy couldn't glove save a beachball.

i appreciate all the copper warnings lol. but no your not scaring me. i couldnt be happier to get out of this crazy big city and move to a place with affordable housing on the doorstep to cottage country. thanks again all for the posts. now its just time to figure out a boat and a truck lol.

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Was heading back from the home inspection of the house we just bought in Barrie and stopped in for a bight to eat at Earls, a couple minutes after we arrived Dion Phaneuf and Elisha Cuthbert strolled in for dinner and sat a couple tables away. I believe they were house shopping because they were looking through what seemed to be real estate panflets. We finished dinner at the same time so I went up and shook hands with him and said, "good luck down the stretch." He was very kind and thanked me. And yes she is hottter in person! just thought id share.

its questionable that anyone over the age of 25 is a sens fan. bandwagon i believe they call it. the team folded in 1934 which you were not born yet, so you didnt grow up cheering for Ottawa, then in 1992 they came back as a franchise... if my math serves me correct correct that means for 27 years you cheered for another team, then because Ottawa was given a team again you hopped right on that bandwagon. It is very easy for me to discredit anything you say about the sport of hockey because there is nothing worse than a person who jumps from one team to another for any reason. I understand your frustration though muskymatt, your team has never beat us in a playoff series, there are just as many leaf fans at your home games as sens fans, and here you are without a hope of making the playoffs trying to stick it to a team that has a shot. GO LEAFS GO Bleeding blue and white

so sorry to hear, looks like she lived a great life and was enjoyed by all though..

LOL, I know better than to ask for fishing spots, was just curious about a boat length/depth/hp. it will be aluminum, probably Lund, Smokercraft, princecraft, starcraft, or legend...it will be a tiller and id like to put down riggers on the back for some depth fishing in the deeper areas of simcoe... in the 15-25k price range. I would never ask for fishing spots as i believe part of the fun is unsolving the mystery of a "new to me" body of water. searching for structure, playing at different depths for different species with different presentations is all part of the experience for Ashley and I. I would also like to make some fishing buddies in the area, i figure once i have the boat, posting an open spot on this board when im heading out fishing alone just may fill it up and I can learn from some of the more experienced anglers here and hopefully meet some friends with similar interests. Thanks again for your replies guys/gals

So my wonderful girlfriend and I just had our offer excepted for the purchase of a new to us (AND OUR FIRST) home in Barrie. Home inspection is Mar 20th and if all goes well (and it should; house is only 12 years old and looks mint) then April 25th we will be living at the North end of Barrie close to Georgian mall. I had a couple questions as I know some of you currently reside there. First, does anyone live in this neighborhood? It would be great to meet with some local OFC'ers! We love hockey, fishing, eating nice dinners, drinking, photography, bowling, and playing games (board, trivia, any games really), are in our late 20's and don't have any children yet. We are moving up there (from Toronto) because we love the outdoors, especially fishing, so we plan to buy a boat, what size and hp would be recommended for Simcoe? Are there any big box stores in the north for home improvements it seemed from a short search on google earth that they are mainly south. Lastly I have been working in downtown Toronto but because of the move I decided to take a job in Markham as it is at least a little farther north, what should I expect time wise for the commute, my hours are a little different; start at 10am or 10:30, done by 7 or 8pm. Thanks for any insight or advice you all can offer. Best, Pair of green horns!!!

Ranger does not have to touch the puck to be hit. He is close enough. Players are taught from a very young age that the first player takes the body and the second grabs the puck. Ranger put himself in that position by switching directions at the last second. There is nothing you can do in real time to change the course at that point. I am a die hard leafs fan but the call that was made was the right call and no further suspension should occur because he has no history of dirty pla to my knowledge, Killorn stopped skating (wasn't charging Ranger), he attempted to slow up (snow fly's up off his slates) and Ranger made a last second adjustment. Everything looks bad in real time, and in slow motion it looks like Killorn should have done something different, truth is its less than half a second and less then 5 feet to react there isnt really anything you can do.

Love the "reel" world education! Sounds like you had a blast..... and cute grand-kid!

80,000 for loss of life opportunities. f that.. there would be a massive lawsuit pending if it were me. put a price tag on watching your kids grow up and get married, this suit would be in the tens of millions.

Welcome aboard Steve, Ive learned so much from the posts here. There are some pretty funny and knowledgeable members. I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. When i first joined I spent close to a month every day going back and reading trip reports ( I also added my own: search for 2013 british columbia sturgeon fishing trip report) Enjoy yourself and add to fun!

I am also extremely happy I think the roller coaster of great games to terrible games is giving me heart problems lol. i remember thinking two years ago that we were cursed lol so im happy to be where we are, they really need to tighten up defensively for a playoff run though.

this is a very good point, i suppose im looking into the playoffs and feeling that this type of gameplay is not sustainable there. i also feel that after this month the will be closer to fifth place as oppossed to second. pretty tough month ahead.

the leafs haven't been playing very well since the Olympics really, even people were saying great game against Anaheim. maybe great first period. if it wasn't for bernier they would have lost by 3 goals, they were out shot for the billionth time this year 44-23. They have allowed the second most goals in the third period out of all NHL teams. If it wasn't for Phil being on a tear, Bernier playing unbelievable and most of our players having an unsustainable inflated shooting percentage we wouldn't even be near the playoff picture. I hope they add some defensive talent in the off season, another stay home shot blocker like Gleason is needed. Also, I like Carlyle but he preaches defense first systems and there is nothing defensive about it. All im asking for is to avoid an embarrassment in the playoffs. Lets get in and anything can happen!

I get your comment but if Reimer started more games truth is that we'd have a worse record. He is not as good as Bernier and Bernier earned the starting role. Reimer has trouble with confidence, high glove shots, and rebound control, he is not nearly as good at tracking the puck and when it hits him he rarely knows where it ends up (awareness). At this point I do not believe Reimer will ever be a legitimate starting goalie in the NHL until he improves these faults. don't get me wrong i like the kid but Reimer did this to himself by under-performing, it had nothing to do with Carlyle. When your a coach you play the goalie that gives you the best chance of winning and that's what he did. Just my 2 cents

Leafs in second place now, just bumped ahead of MTL. Big character game tonight, 2nd game of a tough 5 game road trip, LA has won 8 straight games, and Reimer will most likely be in net.

before tonight i would have been happy if toronto came away with 4 points on this road trip. if they play like they did in the first the next few games this might actually become a successful road trip!!!!!

it is definitely possible as he missed a lot of games but he has really impressed me the last two games/

a four point night on 3 goals? lol he is good

Thats amazing. It seemed like charity first as the bird was getting back less and less bread but it knew what it was doing. I guess I know what to bring out if I only have minimal live bait left. Thanks for sharing

Thats great, would love to go ice fishing but don't have the gear yet, will have to wait till next winter. Sounds like you guys had some fun!!!!

Every year or so my girlfriend Ashley and I take a trip with my parents somewhere. We were so grateful when my parents told us at Christmas that their gift to us was a family trip to the west coast. Vancouver, Squamish, Surrey, and Chilliwack B.C. would be our destinations and so the planning began. When asked what I wanted to do on this trip my parents received my ever so predictable response, “eat at a high end or upscale restaurant and of course, wet some lines in a body of water.” Flash forward 8 months to our departure at Pearson International Airport. I had mentioned in passing to my parents that I was interested in Salmon fishing in the ocean as I had never been salmon fishing before. When we arrived at the airport and hit the lounge for a couple “pops,” my parents were very disappointed to inform me that my uncle we were visiting in Surrey had talked to two of his buddies (avid fishermen) and they had mentioned that salmon might not be ideal at this time. They heard however that sturgeon fishing was a possibility. Instantly my mind skipped back in time to a story my best friend had told me while we were out catching perch in a zodiac on Lake St. Clair. I couldn’t recall the stories specifics, as I was in grade 8, but I distinctly remembered him talking about sturgeon and how massive they grew. My parent’s faces looked like they had let me down. It seems they were concerned their son wouldn’t get to fish the ocean for salmon. I immediately clarified that I wasn’t trying to target a specific species, I just wanted to catch something different or larger than anything I had caught before. My dad passed me his phone with the number to a recommended charter for sturgeon. 5 minutes later we had our half day fishing adventure booked. Keep in mind, fishing was not the purpose of this trip (not for everyone at least). The plan was to reunite with some family from Squamish in the north where we would zip line, head to the top of whistler, ride the peak to peak gondola ride, and hike a few beautiful trails. After a few days in the north we would head to my uncles in Surrey to relax, spend a couple days visiting restaurants, bars, the aquarium and the eventful streets of Vancouver British Columbia. Finally the day Ashley and I had been waiting for arrived. Not that the trip so far hadn’t been better than we could have asked for. From the unbelievable zip lining experience to the limousine and hotel rental so we could spend the night in downtown Vancouver with my wonderful cousins (thanks Uncle Peter), we were having FUN! http://s1009.photobucket.com/user/lambe25/slideshow/Van%20City%202013 It’s just that ever since I took Ashley out in Lake St Clair a couple years ago she really started to enjoy fishing. When I followed that up with a fly in outpost trip north of Cochrane, she was addicted. So needless to say our most anticipated day had arrived. The night before, I went online and got us all the proper licenses and tags we needed for a half day of sturgeon fishing. It was time to head to Chilliwack B.C. My mother, father, Ashley and I would make the trip. Fantasies were twirling around in my head of catching fish in the 30-40 pound range as that would be a PB for me (my biggest is around a 15 lb. Pike when I was 16 years old). Today would be a day to change all of that. We were headed to the Fraser River, this would be our hunting ground for the half day we booked. The company we booked with was called the Great River Fishing Adventure (I highly recommend them). After a pit stop to Tim Horton’s residence we arrived at the parking lot where we met our guide John. A few handshakes and small talk, we boarded his prop less Alumaweld boat and off we went through the beautiful backdrop that is the scenery around the Fraser River. We arrived at our first fishing spot after about a 20 minute boat ride. Anchor down, hooks baited, wet lines, sitting on bottom waiting… and waiting… and waiting. Don’t get me wrong there was great conversation and no one was bored. It was great to pick at the brain of a real life hero. John was someone who had taken a hobby of his, fishing, and turned it into a living. What I would do…… I digress. My brain began to wander and pictures of fish too big to hold with two hands swirled around my head. This brought me to the realization that when we caught a fish we may be in some trouble. Who was to jump at the rod and set the hook? Would we all take a turn? How long do they fight? Should we each pick a rod now and if your rod catches the fish you get to fight it? Should we pick which order we take the fish in? My mother decided that she would be the last to go. My father quickly spoke up and volunteered for 2nd last. Immediately Ashley and I turned to each other with laser focus. Knowing that there was a strong possibility we only catch one fish, could I afford to let the chance of first fish go to anyone other than me. I quickly compared that to the thought of how my back would feel after sleeping on the couch for a year. Common sense/fear prevailed and I offered to go 2nd. After all, I have a girlfriend who loves sports and fishing, and since she is new to all of this fishing, I get just as much joy from watching her excitement when she has a fish on, as I would if I was the one catching it. I liken that to the pride on a fathers face when their child hooks there first fish all by themselves. Would this decision would come back to haunt me? A couple hours had passed since we arrived at the river. John the guide was telling us about how salmon was closed off in the river because they were turning up dead. Apparently it had something to do with the water temperature being up a couple degrees. He told us that if we see a seagull on the water there is a good chance it’s eating a dead salmon and we should inform him. No sooner did that thought exit my mind when John yelled, FISH ON!” To this day I would bet that my Ashley may have set a world record for a 2 meter sprint. Today she will be known as, "Hussain Float." From her seat to grabbing the rod and setting the hook; she was there in the blink of an eye holding the rod like she had been out here catching sturgeon for 20 years (hmm… my kinda woman). The rod bend and the sound of the drag zipping out was a sign of good things to come. Quickly her belt was on and the butt end of the rod in place, as she struggled to reel in and gain even an inch of line. The fish nearly pulled her into the water, she stepped back and sat on the engine cover putting her feet up on the ledge of the boat to gain leverage. Over and over she pulled and reeled and pulled and reeled gaining every inch she could. I could tell this fight was taking its toll on her. Then out of nowhere she gained this second wind and took full control, “you wanted a big fish Ryan, I got you one,” she shouted. Even if that fish never made it in the boat, Ashley got to fight a fish most people dream about. This charade was the longest 20 mins of Ashley’s life. As the fish neared the surface, I was videotaping. Everything became quiet as the anticipation grew stronger. How big would it be? And then it happened: the back of this “thing” broke the water showing us the length of its beautiful body for what seemed liked 2 minutes. Ashley backed off so that John could reach over the side and grab her…her “thing”. “Thing” was all that came to mind. What could you call such a specimen? It was the largest thing I had ever seen in my life. Fish, lunker, brute, hog. These were all names that fell way short of what we were all looking at. It was a……a…DINOSAUR. John reached down to grab this monster with all his strength, and John a big boy. He gripped it by the mouth and heaved this gem into the cradle he had hung across the width of the boat and quickly bailed in some water to keep the fish alive. I will never forget the look on Ashley’s face. Rightfully so, to this day it’s the most beautiful fish I have ever laid eyes on. From the gray back of the fish with its tiny white spots to the sharp spikes laden down the length of it perfectly symmetrical body, this catch was special. We learned a lot from John that day. Sturgeon are protected and are being tracked. Many of the fish caught in that river have been tagged by the charters that caught them. I got to scan for a tag using a special device to see if this sturgeon was being tracked. It revealed the number of the tag this fish had previously been given. We did our duty and wrote down the number so that John could pass the info on to the MNR or whoever was tracking these fish. A minute or so of show and tell as we all starred in amazement of Ashley’s accomplishment, some learning about the anatomy of this Dino, and finally the moment we had all been waiting for. John broke out the pink measuring tape (fitting for Ashley) and measured the length and girth. It came in at a whopping 5’6” long with a 2’1” girth. Unbelievable. It wasn’t until we picked up Ashley’s trophy for a photo op that I realized I was holding my half of at least 100lbs. This day was a success. Even though it wasn’t me I was thrilled for Ashley. Although as I mentioned, not choosing the first fish was now haunting me. This was something I knew we would never forget. I remember very clearly at that point the competitive side of my brain immediately regretted not taking the first fish, but my back and my couch I’m sure were very thankful. Immediately after all the commotion died down Ashley spotted a seagull landing nearby our boat. We all looked in the direction she was pointing as John had mentioned that if they land we have to watch to see if it starts pecking at the water. If it does, its very likely sitting on a salmon. The seagull pecked, and John instructed us to reel in our lines, we were headed over to have a look. John tied the anchor to a buoy, left it where we were fishing and off we went. As we approached, John asked that I grab the net to land this salmon floating down the river. He pulled up right beside and I netted our deceased friend. I couldn’t help but think that this might be the only fish I caught today, but not all was lost, at least I got my first salmon! John filleted this salmon quicker than I thought possible, pulled out a massive amount of roe, and baited two of the rods with a fresh filet (as fresh as a dead salmon with its eyeballs eaten out from birds can be). I knew that I should have made Ashley compete with me to see who would get the first fish of the day. Maybe a contest like whoever has larger feet should get first fish, or possibly whoever is taller can go first. These were contests I was sure to win. Today was Ashley’s day, she was the lucky one. So lucky in fact that shortly before we were about to head in she walked by the rod she had caught her Dino on, placed her hand on the grip and said, “Go ahead, do your thing!” May God strike me dead, and the fishing God’s provide me with nothing but skunks for the rest of my life if I’m lying. That rod bent down a little, then a little more, than a lot. “FISH ON,” wooo hoooo. Could it be? Is this really happening? When I thought all was lost is this…oh yeah…. I need to set the hook. Up I jumped like a gymnast off a trampoline, ripped the rod out of its holder and set the hook of a lifetime. John yelled to us that the line was rising and we better watch about 75-100 yards out. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for at first because Ashley’s fish never broke the water until the fight was over and it was boat side. All of a sudden there it was, this Dino came up and broke the surface in highlight reel fashion. It’s bleach white chest gleaming in the recently cleared sky. It must have been 4 feet out of the water and it didn’t even look like half the body of the sturgeon was showing. John warned that I was in for a battle, “that sucker is bigger than you,” he said. Bigger than me? I am no small man, in fact I am 6’3” tall and weigh a cool 250lbs. That thought was immediately interrupted by the zipping sound of line spewing out of my reel at a pace I had never witnessed. I mentioned to John that the line had changed color. That was his cue to kick the buoy attached to the anchor overboard, fire up the engine, and chase this fish down river before I was out of line and the rod ripped from my hands. It took every ounce of energy I had to fight this fish. On more than one occasion I remember thinking that my left arm was about to give out. I can’t attest to its truthfulness, but on Great River Fishing Adventures website it says catching a sturgeon is like fighting a mix between a black marlin and a freight train. This fish felt like only what I assume a 20 car freight train filled with black marlins would feel like at the end of a fishing rod. It was exhausting, painful, exciting, intense and worth every drop of sweat and the bruise I had on my forearm for 3 weeks from the reel. Everything I had hoped it would be and more. John made Ashley and my family put on waders as he explained this fish was too big for the boat. After I was done fighting we would tow this fish to the shoreline, they would get out and measure and scan the fish while I hopped into my waders to get in the water for a picture or two. Towards the end of this relentless struggle the sturgeon blew out all its air and sank. It felt like I was reeling in a human body from the depths of the river. Just as my parents and Ashley were almost geared up this creature broke the surface near the boat. Having seen Ashley just catch one of these Dino’s I figured I knew what to expect when I saw this fish boat side for the first time. Boy was I wrong. When this Dino surfaced in its entirety I gained an unbelievable respect for what had just occurred. John was right, this fish was bigger than me. I couldn’t do anything. I was frozen, frozen in a dead stare with this fish in all its size and beauty. We had come to the understanding that I had won this battle, that today I had triumphed over the Fraser River, that great battles were fought but none lost in the sense of the respect I gained for this creature. As if this wasn’t enough already, upon scanning this Dino we found out that it had never been tagged. Ashley got to insert the tag via a needle behind what I would call the neck of this beast. Our fishing trip had turned into a mini science expedition. Measurements were taken: 7’5” long with a 3’ girth and weighing in around 230 lbs. We were all blown away. It took the four of us kneeling in the river to lift this beast up! http://s1009.photobucket.com/user/lambe25/slideshow/Fraser%20River%20Fishing%20Time%202 It truly was the experience of a lifetime for Ashley and I. We are so grateful my parents planned this trip and will never forget the day we battled the Fraser River... and Won!!! -Pairofgreenhorns