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Test drove one of these the other day. These waterproof camera's have no viewfinder and my fear was the screen in bright sunshine. I tried one out at a local camera shop, we went outside in the bright sunshine and the screen was very clear. So in appreciation, I bought one off eBay! I know it is bad form to try something local and buy somewhere else, but I saved like $75.00. Can't wait to try to get some release shots! No more pictures in the grass for me. I have flooded like 4 cameras, and probably 6 cell phones in my life. Can't wait for the waterproof BlackBerry!

so that's why. I couldn't figure out why the fishing for me has slacked off a bit! That royally effin sucks. How did you and Brett do?

Just brilliant!

I had two of mine pulled at the same time. Both came right out. The doctor told me "you have a wound in you mouth, so when the novacaine wears off, it's gonna hurt" I said "No shiznit?" Anyway, I get home at like 10 am with the whole day off. At 11 am, still no pain. So I pop several tylenol and go golfing. Shoot a smooth running 38 on the front. So I am pretty pumped. I played by myself, no one on the course, so it is only about 12:30 or so. My mouth is starting to hurt a bit, but hey, I'm 2 over and moving on. I make the turn and a guy comes out of the clubhouse and asks if he can join me. I say sure. As we are walking toward #10 green, the pain is starting to become a bit more noticeable, but I par 10 and moving on. I hit a really nice tee shot on 11, and then spit. The guy with me goes "what is wrong"? I ask what do you mean and he says I just spit basically pure blood. So I op test his theory and sure enough, it's pretty red. Whatever. I tell him I had my wisdom teeth pulled and he just shakes his head. I bogey 11 and by 12 my head feels like it's going to explode and I walk off the course, 3 over after 11. Usually when I walk off the course on the back nine, I'm a little worse off than 3 over!! There were a couple of birdie holes to come, so in my head it's still a 73! With pain.

If you are hauling a big trailer, I would do 541 from Longview and then donw the trunk road. A lot more gravel, but the trunk road is smooth. Coming across the Oldman with a trailer is interesting! Steep and skinny!

LK, Try this: Sit down with your hands gripping the rod outside your knees, the stuck piece between you knees. Then use your legs to pull your knees apart. You get lots of force and works like a charm. Make sure not to have your hands up against a guide or you will have a different problem. I did this with a section that was really stuck and they popped right apart. Stuck with salt deposits.

The heads make a very satisfying crunchy sound when you step on them!

Bob, I really liked your story, particularly starting toward the end then back to the beginning. Very nice, fun to read.

The very best outcome of this post is your avatar changing to H. Dean giving tge Beeeyaahhhhhh speech! Those administrators are tricky!

Bob, Absolutely perfect timing. This will be repeated on the trip report, probably tomorrow, but here goes. My son and I are fishing this small stream today down south. Ben decides the run we are fishing is played out and starts further down the river in search of cutts on his dry. I change up my nymph rig in an attempt to lighten up and quit picking up so much moss. I decide to try one of the buckskin SJWs I picked up at Fish Tales to lower the weight. I put it on, high stick into the 18" run and almost instantly hit a fish. As soon as he hits, I know it is something special. I get a couple of big head shakes right away. He comes up a bit and I get a flash of the mid section of his body and it takes my breath away. All I can think is "what is a big bull doing this shallow". It has to be a bull. Too big for anything else. Don't panic I tell myself! Remember all the stuff you read about fighting big fish. He runs across the creek and then starts downstream. Then he comes up again and for the first time I get a good luck. OMG, it's a giant rainbow! Now the heart rate is really peaking! I look downstream for my son and don't see him. I call for him to come help, and again, and again louder each time. The big rainbow starts downstream and I run to keep up. He never makes any fast runs, but he can go pretty much anywhere he wants. I am afraid to stress him too hard with the 6 lb (I think its 6 lb, or is it 5X? What fly is he on? Has to be the worm, so 6 lb). We go back and forth across the river for about 5 minutes and he comes up again and I see he is on the Copper John. Crap, 5X. I also realize he his even bigger than I thought. 26"? 27"? Whatever, he's big. Stupid big for this body of water. Keep the rod up! Keep him off balance! Don't let him get too far downstream of you! I've given up on my son and realize I'm on my own. Did I mention no net? So after another several minutes, he is starting to play out. Just downstream I see a nice gravel section to land him on. I ease him over and get him into about 3" of water. I drop the rod and left hand on the tail, right under the belly and lift the monster out of the water. I am absolutely amazed. I've never weighed a big rainbow before, and this bad boy is FAT. My guess (and it is just that) is 8 lbs. I don't have a tape, but I measure him against my 4 piece, 9 ft TFO. About .5" past the first section. So 9 ft is 108". 108"/4=27" Holy crap. (checked it at home, 26.5") Now here I am, no camera, no witness and what is certainly the largest rainbow I will ever catch on this body of water, maybe one of the biggest ever caught here. It is also the biggest trout I have caught period by 5 or 6". I am exhilirated and strangely disappointed at the same time. Not that I need anyone else to see, but I would have loved for my son to have heard me and seen the fish. Whatever, I ease him back into the water and less than 1 minute later he explodes out of my hand. Clean release! I sit on the bank amazed at what just happened. And I think "remember this, it may never happen again".

I declare this the Seinfeld of posts. 1000 hits, and it is about absolutely nothing. Cool.

Can I try for two shots. Two at a time sounds cool to me. However, there could be additional line of fire issues to consider. Are the houses expensive? Just how close is "surrounding".

Cheaters never prosper... Wait a minute, what am I saying. Sure they do! It's called capitalism isn't it?

Dat be true yah! Also dem mudbugs pretty tasty shah! My favorite Cajun lines: Won tchou come over home? (translate: please come over to my house) I ain't gonna do dat no (I prefer not to participate) My daddy fought in world war twice (In never understood if that meant WWII or he actually fought in both 1 and 2) You wanna beer wit dat? (At the grocery store to anyone over say 12).

Silverdoctor, My sincere condolences. I know how important things from your dad are. I truly hope they find it. I also had some stuff stolen when I lived in Edmonton and they were recovered months later, so there is hope.

Holy moly, you're (did you catch that weedy?) right! I missed the 4th of July and M80s. I need to go to the field and steal a perforating gun. Anyone have a tree they don't need anymore? I could knock it down quick!

I also grew up in Louisiana with the Cajuns. Escaped from Nova Scotia didn't they? That must be a marvelous place if they went to the bloody swamps of Louisiana in search of a better life!!

Me no likey that joke!!

I actually thought it was part of the joke, which I thought made it even funnier. But I was really faced with 3 choices: 1. It's a test 2. You're not very smart, and if I corrected I would come off as a pretentious (and that may be spelled wrong!) jerk 3. It was part of the joke. 2 seemed unlikely as your responses seemed well reasoned, 1 was possibe, but 3 was the funniest, so I went with it!

Wow, my head is spinnin' ya'll. I'm fixin' to take myself a nap to recover.

OK, so I got to test out the "don't sweat it if you loose a fish" methodology this morning. Hooked three, 1 for about a second and lost the other two to some submerged lumber near the bank after lengthy fights. Got pretty good looks at both, didn't see what they were on, one around 16 and the other 18+, both rainbows. The 18 had a couple of reel screaming runs. I was happy with both hooksets and really happy with the way I fought the bigger fish, just unlucky. So how did it feel? I didn't like it, but I didn't swear once, or at least out loud! It did make for a very fun morning. So the real question is, better to hook three with none to hand or hook one and touch him? I'll take the three, but barely.

LOL!

Chris, He was getting pretty good by the end of the Livingstone trip. The big difference was that he did not have many wasted casts toward the end. He was starting to better understand how to tell where fish may be. And he has always been good once he hooks up. The Bow has been kicking his little hiney however. I've been trying to find someone for him to fish with during the day. Brad is busy and Max is guiding up a storm. Any time you are going during the day, he is probably game. PM me if you are ever in the market for a 14 yr old sponge to tag along. He does have a bit of attitude however. Wonder where that came from?

Amen brother! I actually get rather amazed when I hear anyone talk about Calgary in anything other than a positive light. I absolutely love it here.

I am one of the very few introspective, self-aware Americans, and probably the only Texan (except for Txnca). But apparently I cannot spell. But I do have guns! And it's you're, not your!