paul_614

enhanced licence is easier than a passport to get

Easier for me to post a link to our pets. http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z265/paul_614/Facebook/Our%20zoo/

When ever I catch any, which isn't that often

I have tried but yet to find any. I will not give up the hunt, they make great chew toys for my large breed dogs

Cash grab. I was a certified canoe instructor for 18+ years and could not get grandfathered in. The test should be like getting your G license. Write a test, pilot a boat.

Depends how small you chop them up.

rocks heated in a fire, wrapped in foil

run a qtip over the seat. if it grabs, ream away

you can get a reamer at CTC for a few bucks, well worth the money if you think there is a burr

my experiance shows prey taking bait head first, thinking that it so that dorsal fins don't jab them. smaller trebles at the eyes might be the ticket

You can purchase licences for less than a year

I'll do it when the weather is bare hand friendly

Can't wait for this to happen to my Uplander. I knew this was a problem as well as bad gas milage.

and it's within shooting distance of the tomatoes....

Find out the pond depth and set a slip float so that your worm is just off bottom. Even ask if the sides drop straight down or gradually slope. My girls and I did well in a stocked pong near Niagara falls a few weeks ago fish bottom with worms

A few years back while canoeing in Algonquin with a bunch of scouts, we were paddling out of a river a found 4 naked ladies tanning on a rock. It was hard ( every pun intended ) to get the paddling again

I actually paid for the honor to eat the goldfish

I remember being out on Lake Ontario with a bass pro and I forgot to wear my tighty whities, lets just sat the BOYS were not happy with the landing over and over again

If someone wants to try frozen rat pups, I could donate a few, since my pet snake prefers live ones

I would put my pit/boxer up against lap dog for being lovable.

I do miss fiddleheads saute'ed in butter

my old school rubber ones didn't help me float, the tight waist belt did help keep the water out

Little David was in his 5th grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up -- fireman, policeman, salesman, etc. David was being uncharacteristically quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father. 'My father's an exotic dancer in a gay bar and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, he'll go out to the alley with some guy and make love with him for money.' The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some colouring, and took little David aside to ask him, 'Is that really true about your father?' 'No,' said David, 'He plays for (insert least favorite team) but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids.'