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Despite the wind storm, sounds like fun. I'll have to try and get up there next time.

Glad to hear you and your son had some quality time together. Surprisingly I was doing the exact same thing with Jr. and one of his friends

Those are some nice fish.

Try the cardiac special. Also known as a Meatlover. They used to order this thing in at the warehouse on OT shifts. Toppings of bacon pepperonis, sausage, diced chicken and ground meat. A 1 inch layer of meat topped with melted cheese. Too much for me Ham, pineapple, hot peppers for me.

Was in Barrie all day, just a couple of flurries on the way up, aand drizzle all day. Beyond the drizzle and wind, the drive home to Grimsby was a sleeper. Only turned the cruise off on the skyway.

HT makes a lightweight backpack style flip hut for 1 or 2 persons. Initial convenience is offset by poor quality materials. Hinge pins snap easy. Stitching often has to be mended. I moved to a clam style. Allows me to haul all in one.

WTG girl.

Sadly, we created a disposable world of conveniences. I pick up after folks every day during my daily walks. There is so much that I can only focus on the recyclables of beer empties, pop cans, polybottles. Even then I have caught flak for putting much of it in our apartment bins.

Mine are usually too beat up after fishing a few hours to save for another day.

Beautiful specimen

He wants to skew the results in his favour, businesses do it all the time. Fishing shows are still businesses hungry for advertising dollars.

Easiest measure of where the municpality covers the cost... the water box. That steel disc in the ground is the municipal valve to the water supply. Everything between the box and the house is at your expense.

Jes fer you Brian Taint heard this in years.

In the end, you will either have to replace the drain or remove the tree. Another short term solution is to cut a trench parallel to the drain and sever the invading roots. It kills those roots already affecting the drain and buys you a few years breathing space before resorting to a more permanent and expensive solution.

Nothing like a wee scrap of red wool. Quick lift and shake.

I know full well enough about living in any city, let alone 2 blocks away from the steel mill. I try not to visit Hamilton too often.

Hardcore is handjigging 6-700 smelt, then cleaning em. We just never learn

No offshore produce for this household. Having done crop assessment and PDM, I know what they spray on the food.

We have a winner!!! After Ford's budget battle, every municipal service is being pushed to tighten belts and drum up revenue. It's the way the system works.

With the questions skewed towards a specific style of response, good possibility, some sponsor is looking for the best bang for the buck.

YOu caught fish, had fun, and got a few meals. What more could one want. Sounds like a perfect day.

Later in the day it would be beer. For brekkie its always a braced cuppamud

Nothing like a little puppy excitement. We had one dog that would get so excited over new visitors that they got a baptizin

Had been out on Cooks Bay on Sunday with a friend. What a hoot. With the exception of some idiot busting the ice with his wheels, we had a stellar day. It was a non stop bite from sunup to sundown. Lots of dinks with a 1 to 5 ratio for keepers. Man the keepers are getting fat. Too much action for 2 lines, besides the dead stick produced nothing. Rattle jigs were the dinner bell. Tipped with an Arkansas minnow it was deadly. Come late afternoon, the perch started to get finicky so I started alternating to different presentations of teardrops with Berkely maggots or salties, then back to a buckshot. Had one bruiser of a pike cruise past the mouth of my hole, not interested in my wee offerings. There were some herring as well. One came up the hole to visit, and was sent back. I only took one pic while on the ice, after that the camera kinda got buried in the gear. No problem bringing home a few quality meals. For those complaining about the lack of dinner plate shots lately, I present the breakfast of champions Home fries, a mess of perch, and a corn fritter. All washed down with a steaming hot mug of coffee and brandy

It may be wishful thinking, but I hope the judge crucifies him.