bigugli

Back in the early 70's, the stepfather had me ride along in the cruiser while he ran speed traps. He could easily write a ticket every 5 minutes. Of course they were half filled out minus time, speed, and direction of travel. Yes Toronto had ticket quotas way back then. If a speeder came by while he was writing one ticket, I just had to yell out the cruiser window and Gord would flag the next fool over. I just wrote out the indicated speed for him.

Then we add the traditional Christmas pulla

Living in the Grand watershed. Best bets in your vicinity would be L. Belwood, Guelph L., Conestogo L.. The area conservation authority does post ice info.

Simon, I can watch as many clips of you and Jack playing and bonding that you want to put up. It gives me great joy and pleasure to see a father and child bonding as you 2 are doing.

I figure one full Leaf hockey game is my TV quota for the week. Comedy, drama and soap opera all in one. The son has had it on a few times For the most its not for me, but... the focus on the importance of family is refreshing to see.

Still nothing but rain down in Niagara

Nothing better than getting your child involved in everything you do. You will be amazed many years from now when you realize just how much the lad learnt from you. Not just by teaching and example, but by a kind of "absorption" by exposure (for lack of a better phrase). Then there are those special ties you are creating tween the two of you. I see it more and more between my son and myself.

Guess I better not say too much about my Great Lakes perch I've been slaying lately.

Buffalo wing

Then again, the average day of the average North American is scripted to some degree or another.. That's just reality.

If they weren't loud, and extremely opinionated, they wouldn't really be rednecks, now would they. They won't keep Phil off the air too long. They have this thing in their constitution called the right of free speech.

You have a number of independent makers of custom tackle right here on OFC. Custom makers of rods, flies, streamers, harnesses, spinners, musky baits,..... It all depends on what you are looking for.

That flat stretch has been a mess as far back as I remember. They used to close it at least once a month in winter. I've spent enough winter nights in Arthur back when the town was still a "dry" Methodist community. The kid brother's in-laws were pastors at the United Church. Had to keep our beer hidden in the trunk of the car lest there be recriminations.

the bigugli starts cooking like a fanatic. Spent the entire morning baking up a mountain of cookies for the season. Even got a mold for fish cookies this year. Next will be the bread in a few days time.

Had a boring day ice fishing for jumbos

I'm getting very good at spotting the accidents looking for a place to happen. Must have been a good dozen in the ditches lining the QEW from Grimsby to St Kitts Sunday morning, and a few more this morning. The ones doing 140k when they hit the grease patch. The guys riding the brakes in the snow. Braking while changing lanes on the highway. Especially love the fools playing chicken with a loaded rig.

Every Christmas I have to indulge in hour after hour of this

There seems to be a number of names that rarely pop up any more from the area.

I hope you and your family will get you Christmas wish

Works for me.

Been so preoccupied, of late, that the thought never occurred to me

I think Misfish got us going on these a couple years back. They are funny.

Casey is not much better. Crack open the jar of peanut butter and watch him charge into the kitchen

Good old navy issue longjohns. May be cotton, but they keep me toasty. The weave keeps them from clinging to the body

Initially, I did the "harvesting" out of sight of my kids. My wife is also very squeamish on the subject. At an early age it's OK to let a child know, after dinner, the fish they caught were what they had for supper. Let them know they are going out to catch some supper. At 4 my son was having his first whacks on the fish's head. Kids have a natural curiosity to see what is going on. Gutting a fish becomes a science class in dissection