Fishing Rhino

A Nash Rambler? Well, coulda been worse. Could have been a Gremlin, or worse yet, a Metropolitan. Gremlin would have been a cool screen name though. Rambler is a fine screen name too.

OK, I want to get this straight. You hate Kurt Cobain because someone stuck a cd in your player that got stuck, and it's all you can play, and a dead man is somehow responsible? If that's correct, I can recommend someone who may be able to resolve your issue.

Insignificant? Hardly. In spite of its gynormous size, the nearly infinite universe knows less about finite me than I know about it. The size of the universe may seem humbling, but it pales in comparison to the marvel of life. Or, to put it in a better perspective, Psalm 8:3-5 "When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour."

I'm sorry, but I just cannot resist. There is special fishing equipment, made for flying, known as fly rods. I've been away from home too long.

X3. It can take a little getting used to. Make sure the adapter is vertical, with the lanyard down, not horizontal when you place the loop over the switch.

Well, It's the end of February, and the action is finally picking up. "bout time too.

We left the track shortly after the rain started. It was still raining when we headed to dinner at a restaurant away from the track. Our daughter texted a friend who works on Biffles crew. He texted back that the track was being dried and they hoped to restart the race at 8:30. We finished our dinner, drove back to the hotel, and walked back to the track. Robin texted Bill and told him we were in our seats and they had our permission to restart the race, which they did, about three minutes later. What made the racing so good was that there was always the chance of a pop up shower that might shorten the race. They ran the last 3/4 of the race flat out. There was no holding back to save your car for the final ten or twenty laps. The worst of the trip was the section of I-81 from Roanoke south. It's got the steepest and longest grades on 81. In a 20 - 25 mile stretch we saw a half dozen semi rigs lying on their sides in the divider between the north and southbound lanes. There was another 25 or so that had slid off the highway. They were there to stay until the big rigs that were blocking the roadway got cleared. There was a 17 mile backup on the north bound side due to truck that was stuck across the highway. The big tow truck was just getting to the scene as we passed by.

I sent mine as an attachment on an email. I've done it via snail mail in the past. Since it has to be signed, you'll need to print it out and sign it. Then you can scan it into your computer and send it to Long Mike.

There's a problem with this scenario. For those who said "no" you would not make that cast, you'd have to quit fishing. I didn't see anything about the genie granting a wish. The genie made a prophecy. It wouldn't matter if your next cast took place immediately after the prophecy, or the next day, or the next month. The only way not to make your next cast is to never cast again. I'd make the cast, and tell the genie to stuff it.

So, here we sit in our hotel room near the Daytona International Speedway, waiting for the rain to stop long enough to get the track dry. Then, maybe, we'll walk back to the track to watch the rest of the race, but it doesn't look good. When the rain started, we made the decision to head to our room, and a good decision it was. There have been tornado warnings including, but not limited to the following areas, Daytona International Speedway, Ormond Beach, and one other area in this vicinity. There have also been tornado warnings for Lake Mary, about thirty, or so, miles to the SSW of here. What a vacation it has been. We left home on Feb 12 and stopped in Troutville, VA for the night. It was just starting to snow when we stopped. We awoke and headed out early on Thursday morning and made it to about forty miles south of Troutville when we ran into traffic that was stopped by a truck that had tipped over and blocked the southbound lane. Fortunately, we were at one of those "for official use" turnarounds on the interstate. So, I made an unofficial turnaround, and two hours later, we were back in our hotel room. Around noontime, the snow had stopped, so after the early "false start", we were once again southbound on I-81. Three hours later, our progress was stopped for two hours by another truck that had blocked the highway. Just as well, The snow started again, and it became a white out. Good thing all the vehicles were close enough to each other that snow could not build up on the road. Finally, the vehicles ahead of us started moving. It's about a hundred fifty miles from Troutville to Bristol TN/VA. It took us about six hours to make the first 80 miles, and an hour to make the last 70. The roads were wet, but were free of slush, snow, and/or ice. By the time we made Knoxville, the highway was dry, and we had smooth sailing. We stopped for the night in Knoxville and headed out early on Friday morning. Smooth sailing, but the destruction of the ice storm that hit that area was everywhere. Trees and branches snapped off and many were uprooted along the sides of the highway. Those that had fallen onto the roadway were cut off at the edge of the road and tossed off the roadway. Finally got to GA, only to run into another slowdown, this time due to rubbernecking. There was an accident involving a tanker truck and three or four other vehicles. Two huge, triple rear axle, wreckers were lifting the truck upright, and back onto the roadway. We couldn't take our usual shortcut from Cartersville to Temple. Our daughter had called to tell us to stay on the interstate since many of the back roads were still impassible. We got to our daughter's, dropped off our dog for boarding with her, and headed to Daytona just before noon. Great! We would beat the rush hour traffic as we got to I-75 headed south. Making great progress until we ran into some construction areas, which once again impeded our progress. Including a stop for dinner around four, we finally checked into our hotel at 9:00 p.m. We were greeted by great weather. Highs in the low 70s for the first couple of days, followed by a string of 80 degree days. Nice weather as we headed to the track just before noon today. Then all heck broke loose. The rain started 35 laps into the race. First it was a sprinkle. Then it rained. Eventually, the rain became a deluge. We got to our hotel, just as thunderstorms moved in along with tornado warnings. If It does stop, and the weather radar looks agreeable, we'll make the trek to see the rest of the race. If the weather looks iffy, we'll watch the race from our hotel room. Doesn't look good on the radar. If they don't get it restarted, we'll hang around for another day or two. It's nice to be retired, and able to live each day as you please. Just think, I get to retrace this route in a couple of months, for the road trip, until I get to the junction of I-40 and I-75, where I'll continue west on I-40, and from there to Pickwick and Wilson.

Are you comparing the hillbilly, or the coon to Raider? Why would you compare either of them to Raider? What could you possibly have against either of them to make such an offensive comparison?

There is no shortage of ramps. You pick what's best for you, whether to launch at the resort and run your boat to where you plan to fish, or to find a ramp convenient to where you plan to fish. If you want to fish below the dam in the southern section of Pickwick you'd best launch below the dam. Unless, you want the experience of using the lock to get from Wilson to Pickwick below the dam, and then again to return to Wilson. Everything else will pretty much fall into place at the Wednesday night soiree. Dinky and I will be getting there on Saturday, prior to the "official" start of the road trip. If it will help, I'll send you my cell number in a private message in early April. Once at the road trip, there is usually a hand out that has all those who are registered for the road trip and a contact phone number for each attendee.

Buffalo? Bull is more like it.

If they did, I wouldn't need the handicap. I'm great at double digit drum.

Also in the fine print. Any participants over 70 get a five pound handicap added to their largest fish.

The old geezers (some deceased) that have been named were professional fishermen in every sense of the word. Without them, or pioneers of the sport like them, there would be no tournament fishing today. While it may be argued that KVD, or Roland Martin, or (fill in the blank) is the best fisherman of all time, none of them has had the impact on the sport, be it the growth of the sport, or the growth of knowledge about fish and their habits. The old geezers are the foundation of modern fishing. And there can be no doubt that the foundation of any structure is the most important part of said structure. Having said that, if you want to discuss tournament anglers, that's another matter.

You'd have to go back further in time than any on the original post. Rushmore is a tribute to our founding fathers. While all mentioned are notable, any list that does not include Gadabout Gaddis, the Flying Fisherman is incomplete. He was a pioneer in television fishing shows, bringing the sport to the masses. Without him, and others like him KVD, and his fellow pros would not be where they are today. The pioneers of fishing belong on Mount Fishmore, not those who are the beneficiaries of the visionary, ground breakers, who made huge contributions that produced fishng as we know it today. "Roscoe Vernon Gaddis (January 28, 1896 - October 21, 1986), known professionally as Gadabout Gaddis, was a 20th-century American fisherman and television pioneer.[1] Gaddis, an avid fisherman since his youth in Illinois,[2] was also a pilot and adventurer. He began his career in the early days of television by showing his home movies of his fishing expeditions.[3] His show Outdoors with Liberty Mutual was first broadcast in 1939 and was only the second sponsored television show (Lowell Thomas's was the first). The show was eventually carried on 73 stations. Going Places with Gadabout Gaddis in the 1950s was less successful,[4] but beginning in the early 1960s Gaddis starred in The Flying Fisherman, also sponsored by Liberty Mutual. Gaddis would fly to a different location, and fish. The shows were filmed without sound, and Gaddis would add his low-key and folksy narration in the studio.[4] Gaddis was nominated for an Emmy in 1968.[2] Gaddis lived in Bingham, Maine, and Gadabout Gaddis Airport in that town[5] was his base of operations. The airport was built about 1950 and later bought by Gaddis." http://www.gadaboutgaddis.com/

Howling? Be careful that it's not the mating call of a female gorilla. I'll leave the rest to your fertile, twisted, imagination.

Shhhhhh. Let's not encourage those who haven't signed up. If they attend, and find out what a good time it is, I can see us having to fight for rooms at future road trips. A little reverse psychology there.

A drag Is a drag, is a drag. I'm not sure the problem with spinning reels is always the drag. In a baitcaster, the line pulls directly off the spool with no change in direction. With a spinning reel the line passes over a miniature pulley. If that pulley binds or for some other reason does not spin freely, you have a problem. Also, over time, that roller will wear, or may be otherwise damaged, which in turn will abrade the line. I depend on the drag to control the tension in the line. What I do if a big fish makes a sudden surge is to allow it to pull the rod down which decreases the angle of the line running through the guides, particularly the guide at the tip of the rod. That has the effect of loosening the drag since line resistance at the guides is reduced. I have more trust in the consistency of the drag than my consistency at back reeling.

A lot of people have cookouts in February.................................................in the southern hemisphere, where it's summer.

Words fail. The closer you are to a person or a pet, the worse the pain when you lose them. Let that pain be a reminder that your lives had been blessed by his presence in your family.

Sorry to hear about this. Condolences.

A lot of advice here. It's worth what it cost. I have one question. Why did the guy marry her? As a rule, people don't change. How could he have been so wrong? Sounds like he never really got to know her before they got married. Maybe the signs were all there, but he let his heart rule his head. People do that every day. Spend money they don't have to get something they want, but don't need, and find themselves behind the eight ball. If that's the case, this mess is on him, not her. They made a kid together, so he's "stuck" with her until the child is 18, or out of school, which may add a few more years that he has to deal with the woman, divorced or not. Seems to me it's a case of poor judgment on his part, even if everything the first post stated is true.

Best of luck with her. Enjoy.