Gundog

When the fish start wearing Buff's I'm out.

Thank you for your concern. I may survive physically but mentally I'll be scarred for years. I'm afraid every time I go to the freezer section at the grocery store I'm gonna uncontrollably start punching the frozen peas. And don't feel bad for enjoying my misery. I share it so everyone can enjoy it. Sounds like he has a future in government work.

You forgot the thong....

The mayor is in Florida for 2 weeks. Business of course. And I'm not allowed to order pizza from any places in town. Seems they don't like it when you order topping that shouldn't be on pizza like poker chips or shards of glass. In my defense, those would be better than the hard, thin slices of what they call "pepperoni". And don't get me started on pineapple.

Hope there are no pike where you fish. Those gators are known for chewing things up.

That's funny right there!

24 hours into this blog and finally the dig out started. 4 hours into the shoveling I finally made it to freedom, well actually it was my neighbors house. He didn't have any Chunky Munkey so I turned around. When I did I found an inch more of snow had fallen. I considered dynamite as a snow removal tool but was told over the phone by the lady at the town hall that it was against every law currently in the towns charter. I found that hard to believe but I had to take her word for it. The town's snow removal only focuses around the Mayor's residence and any bars or pizza parlors in the towns boundaries. While surfing the interweb I came across the word "unitard", I laughed and moved on. One of my new neighbors from Florida passed by my window. He was wearing every piece of clothing he owns. I watched him get hit by a falling icicle. He lost his job in Florida and had to relocate to somewhere less affluent. Which is a nice way of saying he's broke and can't afford a decent neighborhood so he is stuck in this rat's behind. Poor sole. The wind is howling, my stomach is growling, the blog goes on.

God Bless us all.

12 hours into this experiment and so far no major adverse effects. The snow is still falling or blowing or drifting. At last check we had about 5' 10" of snow. I know that because that is how tall my mailman is and all I can see is his hat. I'm watching The Voice for the first time. So what happened to Simon Cowell? Did he die? Run out of skinny jeans and black tee-shirts? And is Paula Abdul still wacko? Wait is that her with the beard? I knew she was crazy but not that crazy. And what do they do with the people that get dumped? Do they end up working at one of those singing diners? Oh my god, one of them has a puppet. I'm not drunk, I swear. Maybe its being locked inside my house but I think the puppet just voted someone off the island. Let it snow, let it snow, let this blog go.

Imagine the poor guy that has to clean the gutters. He should rent it out to a Yeti or as a vacation home for eskimos.

Its now hour 7 since I first woke up. I have eaten through most of the bread, eggs and milk. I called Meals on Wheels and asked if they had any Chunky Munkey. They asked if I was incapable of leaving my home. I answered no, I just didn't want to and they told me "That's not what we do". If anybody has wondered what became of the small child buried in front of my home, he was freed from his snowy cocoon by a plow truck that misjudged the curb. I'm sure his parents will locate him eventually. As for me, I have been keeping busy trying to find the proper size envelope for my letter to the Weather Channel where I try to explain the difference between partly cloudy and partly sunny (with accompanying diagrams) and how they have been using those phrases all wrong. On my search I found an exercise bike covered with old, dirty clothes. I replaced the old, dirty clothes with new, dirty clothes and was on my way. The snow has not ended and neither has my blog. More to come.

Hours 2 and 3 of Snowpocalypse passed by quickly, mostly because I was asleep. But I did wake up in time for a scheduled nap. After that it was back to sleep. Our snow total so far is about the height of my next door neighbors 4 year old child. I know this cause he is currently buried in snow in front of my window. But he seems happy. Found this on the local news. The caption is...Carefree prairie dog rescued from PA house fire. What caught my attention was the idea that the prairie dog was "carefree". Of course he is carefree. He doesn't have to pay taxes or worry about germ warfare. He's just a prairie dog. Still out of Chunky Munkey. I know this cause I checked 2 times. Wondering how our ancestors survived with out it. But they were heartier people. More later but for now I feel I must stare out my window while I eat french toast.

I'm trapped at the compound during a huge, world-ending blizzard. Work has been cancelled for the end of eternity and I'm stocked with food (the usual- bread, eggs, milk, Ben & Jerry's Chunky Munkey). This is going to be about my ordeal and how I'm coping. Some of this blog will be a long, slow decent into madness. Some will be about what I'm doing to pass the time. The first hour since I woke up has not been good. Ran out of Chunky Munkey and am not happy about it. There is about 10 inches of snow out there and I'm wondering if the nearest grocery store is open. Mike & Mike on ESPN is covering women's college basketball. I didn't know Rebecca Lobo's teeth were that large. They almost don't look real. Snow plow just passed by my place. Wasn't plowing the snow, just driving around looking for a place to park. Worst hour of my life. More to come.

Don't encourage the idiot that built this monstrosity. He may come up with a lure that is 700 lures in 1.

Not even gonna.....

Can't say I would recommend throwing anything at his boat or him. Even if its a cast. Whether its a lure or a sinker or anything else. Just remember you can be charged with a crime if you do. He has a witness and you don't. Best just to let it go. People like that are in the minority. Again, think about all the good, friendly, polite boaters out there that you have met and don't let one idiot make you do something you may regret. I'm sure that rude boater knew what he was doing would tick you off but its up to you if you react. If you get angry he spoils your day and he wins. If you ignore it and enjoy your day out, you win.

Quality Star Wars reference there.

I've had a few experiences like the OP's. I just think about all the other anglers who don't do things like that. It keeps me from acting on the few times people are rude and inconsiderate.

Don't be like those smelly hippies who never wash their jeans. Wash your jersey and while your at it, wash New Jersey. Its dirty and smells funky.

Spring is here and they are calling for 8-18 inches of snow here. Sounds about right. Wish I lived in Florida.

What I'm referring to is the large stores. We all know the names. Small mom&pop stores tend to keep more varieties in stock. Just yesterday I traveled 2 hours to get to Wacky Worm (a mom&pop shop) to pick up some baits and terminal tackle because I know when I get there they are gonna have what I need for the most part.

I've got 2 large tackle outlet stores in my area and the OP is right. Overwhelming number of baits are the company brand. Seems like they intentionally understock other brands so they don't compete with the "house brand".

Agreed. No common sense to keep changing 2x a year. But this involves the government so common sense has nothing to do with it.

I used a ugly stick for years as my fun rod. It was a 6 ft. medium that could cast small lures a country mile. When I would go fishing after work I would throw that rod in my truck. It had almost no backbone but when you are catching dinks on almost every cast it was perfect for the situation.

That little guy is truly talented.