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Maybe, with your $15,000,000, you could buy the boathouse. That's the best part of the whole place.

Welcome to the looney bin SholtC. That's a nice smallie for the Maitland. If I see too many more I might just have to head up there.

Welcome to the looney bin Chance. You know we like pics right?

Wooly buggers. I've recently taken up fly-fishing and fly-tying and I've caught pretty much all my fish on wooly buggers. Olive green is my favorite color. Really easy and cheap to tie. In fact, I get most of my materials from the dollar store. My first vice was a pair of needle nose vice-grips.

I go salmon and steelie fishing to hone my carp fighting skills.

A beauty for sure. WTG.

Never been hit by a fish but I've had a few close calls with lures flying back. Usually towards my face. I had a 1/4 oz. jig hit me in the cheek one time pulling it out of a tree branch. Thankfully it didn't hook me but it scared me enough that I won't fish without glasses on anymore.

WTG. In the fly-fishing world carp are known as 'the poor man's bonefish".

I would probably call someone about it. I remember back in the eighties, There was some kind of spill in the North Thames near here that pretty much wiped out all the bass in the river. I think they traced it back to some farmer dumping pig manure into the river. But, a few years later, I was fishing the shoreline of Fanshawe Lake and I came across a small creek coming into the lake that looked like it had been painted bright orange from all the orange algae in it. I followed it back aways and found a pipe coming out of the ground that was the source. It was just below the golf course. I called the conservation area people and told them about it and they told me it was probably just fertilizer runoff from the golf course and that it was harmless. But now the Thames is choked with algae most of the time. I'm blaming the golfers.

Welcome to the looney bin T.P. Got any pics?

This kind of thing goes on around here too.(London area) Some of the parking areas for the river are covered in broken glass from peoples passenger windows. I've gotten to the point where I don't even lock my doors anymore. I just put the club on the steering wheel and don't leave anything valuable in the car. They can have the two bucks in change on my console, just don't break my window.

Way to go Timmeh. My best fish on a fly so far is a 12 inch smallmouth. But my goal is to catch a big carp. That should be fun.

Welcome aboard sasknoob. You might check out Miller lake. Walleyes and smallmouth bass in there. Best from a canoe tho'. If you're stuck on shore, some of the creeks have speckled trout in them. But watch out for the rattlesnakes. They like the creeks too.

Way to go Bondar. It's a goal of mine to catch a carp on my fly rod. Been trying for a couple years now but none yet. I haven't tried a corn fly yet tho'. Maybe I should give them a try.

I've always had good luck with Isopropyl alcohol.

I think you have just written the first rap song that I can relate to.

55! Do I win?

My farts smell like Roses. Rose is my dog.

Was she wearing toe-nail polish? What color?

Pretty soon I'll probably have to wear a life-jacket while fishing on the river bank. I always blame these stupid laws on lawyers. Or politicians that used to be lawyers.

I once tried to have myself declared as a schizophrenic so that I could declare myself as a dependent on my income tax.

Isn't there something that says you don't need a license if you are mentally infirm? I've been using that one for years.

I remember one time, out in B.C. on the north part of Vancouver Island, my girlfriend and I were hiking down a dried up creek bed and we heard some crashing in the bush about fifty feet behind us. We turned to look just in time to see a big, full grown deer jump out of the bush and take off full speed up the creek bed away from us. Then, there is more crashing noise, and this big black bear jumps out of the bush and stopped on the creek bed and looked at the deer running away on him. I'm sure that this bear was chasing that deer. The scarey part was when the bear saw that the deer was getting away, he turned his head and saw us standing there and then took a few steps towards us. Like he was going to come after us instead. But then he stopped and stood up on his back legs and had a good look at us for a few seconds and then finally turned and disappeared into the bushes. I almost left my own 'sample' right there.

Any deer poop I've ever seen looked like a pile of black jelly-beans. I think it's from a .............SAMSQUATCH!!!

Yea. That's what I was thinking. Centrepins might be alright for those wimpy salmon or steelhead but a big angry carp could be a whole different story. But if you do, make sure you wear a glove for palming the spool and watch out for your knuckles.