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A lot of the regular voices are gone. Me? I'm too busy brewing up salsa most Tuesday evenings to sit online for any length of time. Heck, yesterday was the first time fishing in 3 weeks. Now a day behind.

...Only a fool would post a prime honey hole on a public forum.

I can think of at least 6 bodies of water with prime fishing in the Skokas and the Highlands. They are prime bodies because they are rarely fished, a little remote, or folks don't know the fish are there. I intend to keep it that way.

I must hear my son's catfish story told at least 10 times a year

I've never lost the blades on my Blackfly spinnerbaits

Try 9.65lbs.

Long poles and heavier gear for surf fishing. Pm Bly, she might be able to guide you down the right path.

I wonder if the wealthy Iraqi was Saddam. I be scared to admit I was one of his kin.

I can see it now. Stadacona GM takes on Degrassi High Nothing that 50 on the deck won't cure

Funny I should just see this thread now. I just finished spending 2 hours getting bathed in fresh capsin. Darned skin is on fire. I'm sure I could boil up a quart or two of some liquid pain. The only known cure being copious amounts of beer.

That just cost me a beer

I occassionaly left a dish of kitty chow in the boat shed. Lots of cats = no mice.

Sounds like a great adventure. Been on my bucket list for years, but the wife wants none of it.

Some folks are antisocial, some rude, some shy, some are afraid of striking up a conversation for many reasons. Mind you when folks see the son coming over to chat and snoop they either run for the hills or put up barbed wire Lots of people just don't want to share there little piece of paradise.

Had a few hours to spare this morning so i hit the river for shoreline smallies. Early in the morning nothing would bite. A lot of casting and nada on tubes, senkos, sticks. Switched to live craws found hiding under some rocks and whaddya know. The fish come out to play. A few of these: and a few of these: After 3 hours the back and legs were sending some very specific time out signals, so I called it a day.

Don't be getting rid of that stove if you live in a rural area. Power goes out, you freeze. The more remote you are, the longer you wait for power to be restored in large blackouts. I've had my neighbours bunk in with us for a few days because the power was out.

sounds like a great morning to me. Fresh air, sunny skies and a little this and that can't be that bad?

You just never know what you will connect with when drifting harnesses. Not too shabby at all.

Our Lion's club has been going to Shuswap the past 10 years. Heinz and Gerta are first rate.

Reactions to bug bites can turn right nasty. Not too unusual these days. It would seem that our resistance to commonplace nuisances is diminishing. I've seen the fire ant reaction before. I've also seen big rashes and welts develop from mosquito, blackfly and deerfly bites. Get used to the idea of carrying an epipen.

What a loaded question. It's as much about your personal preferences as it is about the way you prep, marinade or season the meat. My preference would be for a fruit wood or maple.

Frog's legs? Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I know what happens to co-workers in these childish little tattle fests that come from abusing the rules. The parking lots get bloody messy. No different than kids dealing with the tattletale after school. Beyond that, we have sex, porn and smut all over our daily lives in print, images and telemedia, yet we will try to bowdlerize people in the workplace. Talk about asinine.

Both of mine are grown up now. The son is a fishing junkie. The daughter leaves her gear with me, but will call me up with "Wanna go fishing Daddy?". Their friends have always been welcome to tag along fishing and camping. Always been happy to take neices and nephews fishing. Used to have a couple of fishing days planned for my cub pack every year, but the insurance rules put paid to that. TOOOOOO RISKY. My great neice already has her first fishing rod. I still have to wait a year to see her use it. ( she's only one. The rod was a gag gift on the wedding day to remind them that uncle Bruce gets first dibs on corrupting the little ones

Was doing crop assessment and pest and disease mgmt in the flower industry. Now a semi retired farmhand.