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Those photos were amazing Dan. That is why I like to fish inland lakes.

Never click on a link that ends in '.exe' . Never. Ever. Thanks again Rick!

Wife School. Does it really exist? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFgQlRuHpGg...ted&search= Marriage....What I've Learned I've come to understand that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste. When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them. The great question... which I have not been able to answer.... "What does a woman want? I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me. "Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays." "I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years." "There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage." "I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't." Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming. Whenever you're wrong, admit it. Whenever you're right, shut up. You know what I did before I got married? Anything I wanted to. My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong. Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy. I once inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day I received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine." A buddy once said to me "My wife's an angel!" I said "You're lucky, mine's still alive." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Beauty Of A Woman The beauty of a woman, isn't in the clothes she wears, The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman, must be seen from in her eyes Because that's the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman, isn't in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman, is reflected by her soul. It's the caring that she cares to give, the passion that she shows, And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows.

Diver could have been shark food. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3hhqV86Kx4 Octopus-Discovery Channel http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xT1IV9ibkI

Spearfishing Walleye Curious Walleyes Nipissing Ice Walleye http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv5xlG-Mk0Q Leave It To Beaver-Kissin http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLE0MAKg8TY

First of all, Happy New Year to everyone! Secondly with the holidays, I had some time to clean my e-mail. I came across this one as I was deleteing all the junk that I had. This one was sent from one of my friends afew years back. Did You Know.... Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history: Spades - King David Hearts - Charlemagne Clubs - Alexander the Great Diamonds - Julius Caesar If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes. In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase "goodnight, sleep tight". It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month - or what we know today as the honeymoon. In Scottland, a new game was invented. It was entitled Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden... and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language. In Africa ever morning, a gazelle wakes up knowing that it must outrun the fastest lion on the grasslands if it wants to stay alive. Also every morning, a lion wakes up nowing that it must run faster than the slowest gazelle in the area or it will starve to death. It makes no difference whether you are a lion or a gazelle, when the sun comes up you had better be running.

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What is it with the no tuna sandwich and when the cows are laying down? I have never heard about the tuna sandwich but heard about the cow thing. What is the story behind this?

Bad Day At The Office-1998 Urban Legend The sister of the deceased in Scuba Divers and Forest Fires shows us his last email message to her. Hi Sue, Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wetsuit. This time of year the water is quite cool. So here's what we do to keep warm: We have a diesel-powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temp. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a damn good plan, doesn't it? I've used it several times with no complaints. When I get to the bottom and start working, what I do is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my neck and flood my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until my ass started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my itchy ass started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The hot-water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. This is even worse than poison ivy under a cast. I had put that hose down my back, but I don't have any hair on my back, so the jellyfish couldn't get stuck to my back. My ass crack was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into my ass. I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communications system. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he and 5 other divers were laughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make 3 hellish in-water decompression stops totaling 35 minutes before I could reach the surface for my chamber dry decompression. I got to the surface wearing nothing but my brass helmet. My suit and gear were tied to the bell. When I got on board, the medic, with tears of laughter streaming down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to coat my ass when I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my me was swollen shut. We've since modified the equipment to filter out most sea creatures. Anyway, the next time you have a bad day at the office, think of me. Think about how much worse your day would be if you were to squash a jellyfish on your ass. I hope you have no bad days at the office. But if you do, I hope this will make it more tolerable.

The only problem I have is the back. If I go too deep, I still have the y-bones and if I don't, lots of wasted meat.

One For Goliath-True http://darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin2006-01.html Sturgeon Ride-Honorable Mention http://darwinawards.com/slush/200609/pendi...917-082055.html

Had a problem getting the hitch off years ago from rust. I went to my local mechanic and he put the car up on the hoist. He then drill a small hole into the back of the plate. He got a small thin bolt and tap it out completely. When ever it got tight, he would only tap the two side of the tongue lightly. Never on the ball. When it finally came out, he spray it with wd 40 and put some grease on it. Total cost for me was $20.00

"I'm All Alone"-For all the hunters out there. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyRxf46Hmmo

This link might help? http://www.worldrecordmuskiealliance.com/

Thank you for all the replies. I did try to attempt a poll but somehow mess up. I did enjoy some of your terms like river rat, tadpole, and waterbug. I guess the secret is to learn while your young. Garyv and Lookinforwalleye, consider yourself very luck. Swimming is freedom.

This story was posted by Catcherman on the Catcherman board. Quote: I thought I would pass on this great story from my Yahoo homepage. This is something I would like to do for the holidays. The people that need assistance the most tend not to get it during the holidays. I'm talking about the people that work hard for a living but still just scrape by. Read the story to see what I mean. Perfect for this time of year. Secret Santa reveals his identity Babs Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me at the farmers market. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me. "Hello Barry, how are you today?" "H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. Sure look good." "They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?" "Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time." "Good. Anything I can help you with?" "No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas." "Would you like to take some home?" "No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with." "Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?" "All I got's my prize marble here." "Is that right? Let me see it." "Here 'tis. She's a dandy." "I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" "Not zackley. But almost." "Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble." "Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller." Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps." I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering. Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts .. all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. "Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt." "We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho " With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

For the guys who have not read this. WR musky on CBS. Oct 8/06 Don't forget to check the arrow to see if you are on page 1 or 2. http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/10/08/...in2072501.shtml

I was wondering how many people knew how to swim since most of us enjoy been on the water and the outdoors. Myself, just alittle. True but sad. Maybe I should take up swimming and get more exercise.

This might be abit early but since we are in the month of December, I wanted to share this video with everyone. It's been awhile since I seen this and it was a great joy to see this years ago. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upGhjNXcBk8

Reactment of Honeymooners doing Shakespeare -4:29 mins. http://youtube.com/watch?v=mgd-m749VHQ Jackie Gleason-Hustler from 1961 with Paul Newman about high stake pool. Audrey Meadows-The Touch of Mink from 1962 with Gary Grant, Doris Day-comedy/romance The show Honeymooners was a classic with alot of laughs.

T.J. I know you enjoy your hunting and thought you might get a kick from this. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Remember this Buck from the past? The buck you see below was shot illegally in Dryden, Ontario. Even though it was taken illegally, the whitetail itself can still be entered into the Boone-Crockett record books as taken by an unknown hunter. The deer gets the glory, the poacher gets nothing. It is an Ontario record. News article below. In Ontario, by law, all hunting rifles must be in their case with a trigger lock at dark. The hunter that took this beautiful buck was chasing him for hours and decided to keep up the hunt. He took the deer 1/2 hour after the legal cut-off time for hunting and on private property. The worse thing is the poacher abandoned the deer to rot. Other hunters reported someone shooting a gun after dark and the MNR (Ministry of Natural Resources) went looking for him. AUGUST 4 / 2004 - Poachers Plead Guilty http://www.ocoa.ca/Pages_MNRnews/Documents...7DrydenDeer.htm The man in the picture is from the Ontario MNR. Nov. 2003 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ONTARIO TROPHY WHITETAIL DEER Ontario, are neighbors to the north have a new record whitetail deer. Unfortunately it appears that this new record whitetail was killed illegally by two non-residents of Canada. I spoke with a Conservation officer from the Ontario Ministry of Natural Resources assigned to the Dryden area of North/West Ontario. He confirmed that two non-residents of Canada are currently being investigated for illegally killing this new record whitetail buck after legal shooting hours during this past November firearm deer season. As of now the investigation is on going, but charges are expected in the near future. This monster whitetail had a gross green score of 223 Boone& Crockett , with a net dry score of 199 7/8. The current world record whitetail was harvested by Milo Hanson in Biggar, Saskatchewan. The Hanson buck has a gross green score of 220 6/8, with a net dry score of 213 5/8. With several mild winters the deer herd has grown by leaps and bounds in North/West Ontario. Some whitetail experts think that the next new world record whitetail might very well come from this area. The deer in this area live in large tracks of wilderness land, a lot like the monster whitetails that live in Alberta, Manitoba and Saskatchewan. By living in these areas and not having a lot of hunting pressure these whitetails are able to live longer and grow into these large body, big rack bucks like this new record whitetail taken in Ontario. Most of these deer die of old age rather than being taken during the hunting season. Some of the deer I have seen while hunting in Canada I know have never seen a human before, you can tell by the way they act. They usually move at will and most of the trophy bucks are taken during the middle of the day. Its very unfortunate that Ontario’s new record whitetail buck was taken illegally, it makes all law biding hunters look bad. Hopefully the legal system in Ontario will take the appropriate action against these two people if they are indeed guilty and set an example of them. I will keep you informed of this case as it makes it’s way through the court system. This story is from Jeff Pendergraff, a retired Michigan Conservation Officer.

Read the story with picture from the link below. http://sports.espn.go.com/outdoors/fishing...record_turns-50

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SNAG-you might also enjoy Ravevenous, it's about cannibalism. http://videodetective.com/default.asp?fram...ublishedID=8404 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- GARRYV-this is the first time I have heard about this movie and it is based on a true story of Hugh Glass. I read some of it on the internet and found it very interesting. I will check it out for sure. I also found a movie called Jeremiah Johnson that you may find interesting. http://videodetective.com/default.asp?fram...ublishedID=1778

Don't know what to say, except hats off to this guy for the release and what a Beautiful Brookie!