FlyRod

I very much enjoy night bassin' and have done a lot of it over the years. I prefer to do so on moonlit nights, believing the bass to be more active on "bright" nights. My primary arsenal consists of a 5" Tiki Stik in Black/Blue Swirl, T-rigged and unweighted, with #20 braid and a fluoro leader on a medium spinning rod; A 6" ZOOM U-tail worm, Black Sapphire, with a free sliding 1/8 oz tungsten weight and a glass bead pegged at the eye of the hook on a MH casting rig w/#30 braid and a fluoro leader; A Strike King Midnight Special in Black/Blue, 7/16 oz, on a MH casting with #30 braid, no leader. I will also throw a topwater, either the large JohnnyRattler in Black, Black JitterBug, or whatever strikes my fancy...to include a black buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzbait. I use a Nucli-Eye with both the UV and blue light turned on and use yellow braid, soaked in Spike-It Chartreuse DYE (NOT TAIL DIP!!!!! Beware TAIL DIP!!!) so I can see the line (and the target) when fishing the Tiki, Worm, and in any other slow presentation. Line visibility is very critical, except for Topwater or Spinnerbait. Safety measures are absolutely critical when night fishing, especially on lakes where gas engines are in use. Your anchor light MUST be on, though it will drive your backseat guy nuts re night vision AND attract every bug within five miles. You should wear your PFD at ALL times! If you sense, see, or hear an approaching boat, you should repeatedly signal with a series of flashes from a flashlight in it's direction, in case your anchor light does not alert him to your presence...it happens, believe me. Finally, and I know I may be wasting my time with this one...NO BEER, BOOZE, or POT in the boat. These are bad enough in the daytime but exponentially more dangerous in the dark, especially when underway or if wave/wake action is rocking the boat as you fish. I too am looking forward to the nightfishing season! FlyRod

God Bless Oklahoma!!! I wish the rest of the country had some balls too. F.Rod

A hardworking, kind, handsome young man finally got up the nerve to ask a beautiful young lady to marry him. She said "NO!"...and he lived happily ever after. FR

Way to go, Froggy! We all could learn from you. FR

Poor ol' squid :'(. Musta been someone he ate. FR

Yeah, and the eight losers know darned well who won. Ya' can't erase that. Bomar and Quinn were idiots whose parents and coaches, pre-OU, told them their excretia smelled like roses. Stoops and Co. did the best they could when they found out what was going on. Compare their actions to those at other schools. The whole system is flawed. Seeking commitments from high school juniors, allowing kids to turn pro before their class graduates, and meddling alumni/boosters/gamblers/agents. To the NCAA; USC's Reggie Bush? Why is Notre Dame exempt from scrutiny? (See: Seperation of Church and State.) Then there's something I'm hearing re OSU (The Buckeyes, not Okie Lite.) OU is one MNC away from tieing ND for the most championships. (Disregard Alabama's claims of more MNCs than there have been years of college football.) BTW. Note: No hostility 'tween us and the Tide. Y'see, they love what we've done to Fran since he left Tuscaloosa. Can you say "77-0"? Can it be that the NCAA and the Eastern Establishment press are determined to see that ND is never overtaken? I have news for them. ND WILL be overtaken and OU will likely be the program to do it. OU, since '46...Most total wins; Highest winning percentage; Most weeks ranked in Top Five; Most weeks ranked #1. You know you are a dynasty when your losses make bigger news than your victories. All that notwithstanding, be it known that if God came to me and said "If you are a good lad I'll see that OU wins every game, forever." I'd respectfully decline. I accept losses to worthy opponents and enjoy victories over same. If I knew OU would never lose another game, well, what would be the point of watching? Besides, that "good lad" part might be an obstacle ;D Favorite Teams? OU, Texas A&M, Any Service Academy but Army first, Rutgers, (Yes, even Boise State...they'd best enjoy it while they can, though.) And...Douglas MacArthur HS, San Antonio TX, Hondo TX, Leesville LA. I'm not given to "hating" other teams, but if I were? Well, lemme see. USC, ND, The University of Southern North Dakota at Hoople, The University of Northern South Dakota at Carp City, Judson HS, San Antonio. FR

That's...sniff...the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. And a Very Boomer Sooner to you all. FR

I'm told that the speed of any given site is, somehow, linked to the average intelligence of it's members. So, after months of absence, I've returned to speed th...i...n.....g.....s...........uuuuuuuuuuuuuup. FR

Well, yew could have yer ears spackled. That'd keep some of the sound out ;D FR

As if that weren't bad enough, read the other bad news listed below the article. Lexington County seems like a GRRRRREAT place to live and raise a family. (Is that where they are filming "Deliverance, The Sequel"?) Well, I guess no place is much better. I oughta know...I "live" in San Antonio, the new Capitol Of The Third World. Press "Juan" for Eengleesh. FR

Make sure you ascertain whether your state or lake regs prohibit actively fishing with more than one rod per person. Some do, I believe. FR

This pretty much covers it 8 -); http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php Peace be upon thee, my children. FlyRod Class Clown

Because it rhymes with "Cackle", which is what your wife does after she finds the credit card receipt for your latest "Tackle" purchase. Why does she cackle? Well, 'cause now she can head to the mall, credit card AND checkbook in hand, for a pedicure, new shoes, purse, some bling, and lunch with friends (on her=you) at La Cafe' Expensif, and a few drinkies at Chippendale's. Don't yew know anything 'bout wimmins? FlyRod

Thanks for both your response and, above all, your apology to the lady. I'm beginning to think there's hope for you, rascal 8-) Anyway, you DO have my sympathy re your wheels. There're few letdowns in day-to-day life that upset me more than automotive problems so I can definitely relate. On the other hand if you get all the stuff repaired you'll feel far more confident each time you turn the key and that means much. This is especially so if the safety issues (ball joint, etc.) have been properly dealt with. Our first responsibility as drivers is to assure our safety and that of our passengers and other motorists. Sorry for your "bad day', but hopefully there will be sunshine and bluebirds for a long time to come. Here's a little piece of history from my own annals... Circa 1984 I bought a brand-new, gorgeous, Royal Blue Metallic, Toyota Supra "S". This is the long-nose version with a powerful 6-cyl and a five-speed manual, huge Bridgestone Potenza tires, and all the latest (at the time) bells, whistles, and super stereo...and a power sunroof, 8-). The window price was within a few cents, literally, of that to be found on a Coupe DeVille at the Caddy peddlers place, so you can understand how proud and paranoid I was about that Supra. Like this one, only in Royal Blue. http://i5.ebayimg.com/04/a/07/9e/22/70_1.JPG Sooooooo...I was "sharing living arrangements...heh...with a lovely young morsel some 15 years my junior (she was 24). She was beyond attractive, a real cutie, and smart too. Well, she drove an older Plymouth coupe that was in mint shape but had always wanted a Toyota truck and, when 'Yota came out with the SR5 truck with the Xtra Cab she began to drool over brochures and sigh wistfully. Realizing her desires, and geniuinely loving the lady, I offered marriage. She accepted. After all, we were already sharing, well, sharing... :-X So, our friends planned a fantastic wedding to be held at our pool. It was the second marriage for both, so no need for having the thing at the Vatican, right? The pool was filled with floating candles, there were Tiki torches around the area, and some friends with catering skills provided great food, snacks, even a carved ice swan. All was well. She presented me with the heavy-duty military style Seiko watch I'm wearing as I type, and I had a special surprise for her. At the chosen moment, the sales manager from the 'Yota dealership drove up before her eyes. He dismounted from the sparkling new SR5, dark blue in color, and loaded with every option available, and handed her the keys. There was even a huge silver bow on top of the truck (he'd added that just before he came into view). She was, well, "blown away" and delighted. So what is this leading to? Here 'tis... As we were returning from our honeymoon, I casually mentioned that I was gonna take the Supra in for an oil and filter change. Some days later, Mary Ellen asked if I'd drive her truck (rare privilege!) for the day 'cause she wanted to feel "sporty" in the Supra (that girl could drive!) and hit some back roads for grins. I agreed. When I came home, there was M.E. with a few oil spots on her and a big smile. Errrrrr... :-? "Guess what I did!" she chirped. "Wot?" I asked. "I changed the oil AND the filter in the Supra!" "Wow!" sez I. "Here, sweetie, let's hop in the shower so Big John can get that nasty ol' oil off his baby girl." Punch line: Two days later, the Supra having not been driven during that time, she takes it to work and returns that evening with a clattering and unhappy Supra. "It started making this noise so I though I'd better get home fast." was her breathless comment. You see, gentle reader, when one replaces the oil filter, one must TIGHTEN the new one in position. M.E. didn't know about special tools so she just screwed it in by hand, kinda "like a light bulb", she admitted. You guessed it...the filter fell out some several miles from home and, of course, the Pennzoil stuff followed. Result? New engine for the Supra. Price? You don't wanna know. Was she sorry? You bet, 'specially since she had to take a cab to work (outta HER pocket) for two weeks as I commandeered her precious little trucky-poo. Did I still love/lust after her? O'course, and we stayed together for another 6 years. And you gripe about a ball-joint? ;D Take care, Good Ol' Uncle FlyRod

Great! Just great. Tippster, try to remember: The Spoken Word Is Your Master. The Unspoken Word Is Your Slave. Yer Kindly Uncle FlyRod