Olebiker

Hey Home Boy! I grew up in Louisville and fished on Taylorsville Lake when it was first impounded. You're going to like it here. By the way, they don't have largemouth in Islamorada.

It's the burner on the top of a kitchen range. I have to admit that I hadn't heard that term used since Aunt Hettie had a wood burning stove. It was a plate on the top of the stove that you placed a pot on. You could remove the eye to get a more direct heat to the bottom of the pot.

I have lived in Florida since 1990. I have gotten so used to the heat that I get cold at room temperature.

Blue Necks are Northerners -- the opposite of Rednecks. Because of Redneck jokes, here are some takes on how Southern folks look at Northerners (or how Northerners sometimes think of themselves;) YOU JUST MIGHT BE A BLUE NECK IF... ...Instead of referring to two or more people as "Y'all," you call them "you guys," even if both of them are women. ...You think barbecue is a verb meaning "to cook outside." ...You think Heinz Ketchup is really SPICY. ...You would never stop to buy something somebody was cooking on the side of the road. (e.g., boiled peanuts, not road kill, Dummy!) ...You don't have any problems pronouncing "Worcestershire sauce" correctly. ...For breakfast, you would prefer potatoes-au-gratin to grits. ...You don't know what a moon pie is. You have probably never watched a moon pie in a microwave. Awesome! ...You've never had an RC Cola. ...You've never, ever eaten okra -- fried, boiled, or pickled. ...You eat fried chicken with a knife and fork. ...You have no idea what a polecat is. ..You don't see anything wrong with putting a sweater on your dog. ...You would rather have your son become a lawyer than grow up to get his own TV fishing show. ...You drink either "Pop" or "Soda"- instead of "Cokes." ...You have never planned your summer vacation around a gun-'n-knife show. .. You have never been hep'd. ...You think more money should go to important scientific research at your university than to pay the salary of the head football coach ...You have never gone to a family reunion to pick up women. ...You don't even have one can of WD-40 somewhere around the house. ...You couldn't find the eye of the stove if your life depended on it. ...You don't have any hats in your closet that advertise feed stores. ..You have more than one professional sports team in your home state. ..You call binoculars opera glasses. ...You can't spit out the car window without pulling over to the side of the road and stopping. ...You can't spit without opening your mouth. ...You don't know anyone with at least two first names (i.e., Joe Bob, Faye Ellen, Billy Ray, Mary Jo, Bubba Dean, Joe Dan, Mary Alice) ...You don't know any women with male names (i.e., Tommie, Bobbie, Freddie, Johnnie, Jimmie, Ricki) ...You don't have Maw-maw's, Me-maws, Pawpaw's or Pappaw's. ...You get freaked out when people on the subway talk to you. ...None of your fur coats are homemade.

OK, I'm drinking one now. All I can taste is hops. For a hoppy beer it is pretty good. I won't buy it again though, since this isn't what i want in a beer.

Aw geeze, Brian. Not that thing with the underage goat again. . .

I'm using a Falcon Low Rider LFC 6-166. It's a 6'6" medium heavy. I pair that with a Pflueger Trion 5.2:1 cranking reel. It makes those big spinnerbait blades a little easier to haul through the water.

There is a young man who plays violin with the choir I sing with at church. Steven is a sophomore at Florida State. At Mass Saturday evening we were standing listening to the Gospel. Steven had put his violin in the chair behind him. I thought to myself that I wish he wouldn't do that. Sure enough, he sat down on his precious old fiddle and did a lot of damage to it. That crunching sound as the back split and the bridge collapsed was one of the most disgusting things I have ever heard.

I am running a 1984 Bass Tracker. While it can be a rough ride on rough water, it is an inexpensive boat to operate and I don't feel mistreated by having an aluminum boat. My big concern with the Cajun is the motor is only 40 hp. That is way underpowered.

I caught a mudfish on a Senko a couple of weeks ago.

EXIBHIT A Geez, Dom, warn us first!

I have a 1984 Tournament TX with a 40 pound Minn Kota Edge. It is enough, but just barely. I am going to replace it (if SWMBO says it's OK) with a 55 Minn Kota Maxxum. This boat came with a 27 pound thrust trolling motor and i don't seem to recall it feeling underpowered.

Would you be able to provide the specific citation? Several university biology sites I have checked say that largemouth bass are native to North America.

How's that?

We certainly agree on that.

I went through the whole elitist beer phase a couple of years ago and wouldn't drink anything but Samuel Smith's Organic Ale. I had occasion to drink a Budweiser last spring and found that I really liked it better than any of the hoitey-toitey craft beers that I had tried. I have settled on Amber Bock (an A-B product) as my regular beer. It may not be trendy, but i like the taste and that is what I drink beer for.

I bought one of these just for bowfin:

Glenn, I think that bowfin are native to North America. I may be wrong, but I don't think so.

There is no such thing as a good IPA. The whole point of all those hops is to cover up poorly made beer. I am constantly amused at people who try to tell me that I have poorly developed taste buds because I don't appreciate the taste of hops. I tell them that they have not acquired a taste for hops, merely a tolerance for it.

Hey, I have some rain gear just like that.

Good to have you here.

Tried typing in "Great Lakes Skipper" and nothing comes up? Use this link: http://stores.ebay.com/Great-Lakes-Skipper_W0QQcolZ2QQdirZQ2d1QQfsubZQ2d33QQftidZ2QQtZkm

Look on E-bay for Great Lakes Skipper. I saw some great things on there.

We'll be looking for pictures of the bass pretty soon. Want to hear some good news? There are no wastewater treatment facilities within a five-mile radius or within the drainage basin of this lake.

When I was a kid attending Holy Family School in Louisville, Kentucky they rebuilt the street in front of the school. Back then we had no air conditioning in the building so Sister Margaret Spalding left the windows open. All day long we could hear the workers yelling to each other and using language that was offensive to Sister's delicate sensibilities. We third graders thought it was pretty funny. Finally, Sister went to see the principal, Sister Mary Agnella, and asked her to do something about the workers' language. The principal tried to calm her down. "You know Sister, I don't like their language either, but they are just common working men. They call a spade a spade." "Oh no they don't," Sister Margaret Spalding exclaimed, "they call it a #*> @#$%^& shovel!"