Long Mike

I would suggest that you re-think your priorities. Your parents are wise. You already have a craft from which you can fish. Use all your spare money to help pay for your education and to remove a bit of the financial burden from them. After graduation, land a job, and then buy the boat you want.

LBH, you neglected to mention that that is the same gear you also wear when you go out on your window peeping expeditions. ;D ;D ;D

Yep. You're doing it wrong. Go to the FAQ's and Follow The Instructions on how to post photos.

Anything with more than four legs.

Hey, that little fishing hole is only about 4 Billion miles away. Maybe we could schedule it for the 4th Annual BR fishing trip.

Based on the age of your boat, I agree with Bud. The third wire goes to a timer. Does your boat have an "Auto" switch for the aerator? If so, that's where the green wire will tie in. The timer on my 1990 was toast, so I bought a variable timer from BPS for about $40.

I heard report form a couple of fishing pros that the side-scan feature is such a pain in the butt to use that it is almost worthless. It seems that almost continual adjustment is necessary. I think I'll wait a couple of years before investing in this technology.

I had a spare truck key located in my boat the day after my fiasco. I try not to repeat stupidity.

There is a big difference between a moron, an idiot and a new boat owner. The story I am about to tell will prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I fit into all three categories. I assure you that every word is true. Worst day I have ever had on/near the water. I've posted this story before here on BR. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. It all started last week when I backed my Suburban up to the boat trailer and tried to hitch it up. The receiver on the trailer would drop onto the ball OK but there was no way I could get it to latch down. I tried raising and lowering it, shaking it, jerking it, banging it with a hammer and every thing else I could think of, but it would not latch down. Finally, in desperation, I sprayed everything with WD-40. I again lowered the receiver onto the ball and it latched with ease. Go figure. Finally on the road, I drove from Tulsa to Lake Skiatook (about 30 miles). The moment I got to the boat ramp it started raining heavily. I sat around for about thirty minutes and the rain didn't let up. So, I called my daughter and asked her to have a look at the National Weather Service radar. She told me there was large cell in the vicinity, and that it would probably be at least a couple of hours before it passed. Thoroughly disgusted, I drove back to Tulsa, and into sunshine. When I got home, I checked the radar myself and discovered that the cell my daughter was referring to was due South of a place called Ponca City - nowhere near the lake. The radar did show a couple of Popcorn showers that popped up over the lake and then fell apart right after I left. Needless to say, I was somewhat perturbed to learn that my daughter was Geographically Challenged. Back to the lake I went and was graced with a partly cloudy sky. I was boating alone so I kicked off my new sneakers, put on my flip-flops and backed the boat into the water. Because I drive a Suburban, I can't see the boat without opening the cargo doors. No problem, I opened the doors, backed the boat in, and got out of the truck to get the boat free of the trailer. Without realizing it at the time, I kicked one of new my sneakers into the water as I got out of the truck. Luckily it landed right side up. I waded around to the back of the truck and checked its cargo area before I launched the boat. Sure enough, I had neglected to place my tackle box in the boat. There is a door lock button in the cargo area on the rear post. I must have hit it when I reached for the tackle box. It has a fifteen second delay on it, so I didn't hear the clunk of all the door locks until after I had closed the cargo doors. OK, so now I have a locked truck with the keys in the ignition, setting in water up to the running boards on a busy boat ramp and a new sneaker that is slowly floating away. First things first. I fired up the boat, chased down the sneaker and then tied the boat at the dock. I waded back to the truck and found that there was no way I could get into it without breaking out a window. I found a boulder about the size of my head and decided to break in through the window on the right-side rear seat door. I swear, that glass must be bullet proof! I literally ended up throwing that boulder at the glass and it would bounce off without a scratch. After eight or nine attempts, I gave up and decided to try the front seat passenger side. The boulder went through the glass like a knife through butter, scattering glass as if I had thrown a hand grenade into the truck. The first thing the boulder hit inside the vehicle was the console and it knocked the lid off its hinges. The boulder, and a lot of glass ended up in the drivers seat. I do not want to discuss what those objects did to the leather in the seat. I'll cry later. OK, so my truck is still in the water. Twenty minutes and several lacerations later I had removed the boulder and enough glass out of the driver's seat to allow me to get the truck out of the water. That was a big relief! I then reminded myself that despite the fact that it was now 3:00 PM my intent since 6:00 AM had been to try to catch a few bass. So, I hopped in the boat and went tooling off across the water. I was so angry with myself that all I wanted to do was haul azz across the water. I did this for about an hour and then cooled off enough to try fishing. I found a point and half-heartedly fished it for about twenty minutes, all the while thinking about all that glass and blood in my truck. Needless to say, I gave up and headed back to the landing. In my absence, a Park Ranger came by, noticed the shattered window, and left me a note advising that he had notified the police of the break-in. Luckily he also left his phone number, so I was able to cancel the Red Alert. And then the kicker. I had the boat out of the water and was getting it ready to tow when a Game Warden drove up. He had the audacity to ask "Had any luck today?" What I said to that poor guy is not fit to print. Let's just say I was VERY vocal about the luck I had had. He never did ask to see my fishing license.

If you really want some meaningful help, please provide as much information as you can. e.g. Make, Model, Age of boat,

Glenn, if I can figure a way to mount a visor on it, you're on.

Please disregard my previous message. Financially, the gods have smilled upon me. I WILL attend.

Gentlemen, I've just taken a hard look at the economics of attending the get-together. It would be a 12 hour drive for me and the gas alone would cost me over $400 for the round trip. In all the cost would be about $1000. Lake Fork is only about a 4.5 hour drive for me, and it is one of the best Lunker Lakes in the South. In addition, there are at least three lakes in Oklahoma that are noted for lunker bass. I know the trip to G'ville would be a lot of fun, but I am going to have to opt out. Avid's message/motto is "so many lures ...so little time. " I will paraphrase it by saying "so many lakes ... so little time." Maybe next year.

AWESOME. THAT'S WHAT I CALL THE BLUES !!! I especially enjoyed BB's double riff on the second cleff

Raul, I've long suspected that some anglers get more enjoyment out of screaming up and down the lake than they do fishing. You've just confirmed my theory.

What Muddy Said!!!!!!!!!!

Jet Skier? Around here we call them Lake Lice.

Ithink Avid,Risk Kid and Long Mike best fit into this catagory Muddy, you I am not ornery! I'm just set in my ways, and have enough life experience to know that I do not to have to put up with those who abrade my good nature. ;D ;D ;D

I fully agree with Senile. I've heard that after you reach six stars, Glenn gives you a Lexus.

I'm a male. By definition, shopping is not very high on my list of fun things to do. I go in, get what I want, and get out. ;D

I've been fishing Power-Pro braid with a fluro leader. While on a recent fishing trip, a friend of mine introduced me to Berkley Fireline Crystal. It is a white braid that is supposed to be translucent in water. I bought my first reel today and spooled it on a couple of my reels. If the line performs as advertised, I'll load it on all of my reels

Cement and batteries? That's a load of bull. If it bothers you, put a piece of cardboard under the battery. It will be a waste of time, but if it makes you feel better ...

Gosh fellas, I feel your pain. We made it to only 84 today. ;D

Ah, to be young and stupid again. I'm glad I lived through that phase of my life. ;D

Get a dog!