ladystrange

what i love it. could you come down and do mine for me please. great work. a true artist TOO FUNNY

i havent skated in years and what i did could hardly be considered hockey. but i'll come by for a coffee and a laugh, err chat. might even bring the skates and the stick if i can find them.

not everyone... i the DR. in a friendly fishing kind of way

all so pretty. i'm not even sure i want to add my pacific salmon fly. seems kind of pointless.

i got as far as dyes. seems like kind of a waste of beer. but a good read. thanks

here's your hug Don. XXX and a kiss for good measure O... now you can be a happy bah humbug i suppose it could be for the challenge, but i like the stories i have at the end of the day. fresh air, the way time doesnt seem to exist, standing arse deep in a cool river on a hot day, picking up rocks, looking at bugs, taking pictures, blue skies and the smell of new spring alder. for me i enjoy everything that goes along with my fishing adventures, not just catching a fish, the most fish or the biggest fish. for me it's just not as important. if wanted to fish just for the fish. i'd do something overly stupid and pointless and dam a shallow area of the river and use a gill net or the like, get my fish quickly and go home. i'm just saying i wouldnt bother with all the other things. although out fishing your buddies is kind of cool

apparently the cougar was completely possible as per the pics from the guys, i just wasnt paying attention. but i didnt become a kitty snack

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eccentric implies that i come from money... therefore, i'm crazy. the boat in my avatar belongs to a guide friend of mine. i know a bunch of the CO's down south, we trade stories and stuff. all the gear is mine otherwise

except for the poor gramer and spelling that i realized after, but i'm sleepy and would make more of a mess if i went back and did some editing. LOL. it was my first whitie. we had a great day. i was hoping to meet you rickr. another time. i was also hoping to meet clive. but i did get to meet DBT, WesG, Teck, TerryH and Cheeler.

AWWW, that so doenst suck god i couldnt live (sanely) without...

oh, dont learn from me. i'm full of bad habits and short cuts that dont always work. i'm not sure who is more surprised when i catch a fish, me or the fish LOL missed you out there today Brian...

sorry, i would have taken you up on that, but i was down on the crow. if you are thinking about it another weekend, let me know. i'd love to fish for perch. i havent caught one yet

ha ha, sundance, i must have been sleepy last night. no i'm not a tech. sorry. now i know why i was confused. i read, are you and tech (thinking Teck) down south... like as in going down south. which is what we did today. me braindead. my bad. no, i'm gainfully employed in calgary in a job that has nothing to do with fish and wildlife, government or oil/gas. i had an AHHHH moment this afternoon and figured i should re-read. glad i did. and yes i am a complete idiot

for me fishing is not about the fish, but about the experiience. the ability to learn somethin new, see new places, whether that be somewhere around the world or in my own back yard such as today, solstice fishing with Teck and Cheeler. today started out early as most good fishing days do, in the tim hortons parking lot - where else. we threw our gear in the back of the van and headed off to the crow, a little conversation but more importantly was the comfort with those of your own, complete strangers yet not, somehow. it was a blustery -4 in the paking lot by burmis lake when we arrived, complete with snow, either fresh or blowing from the nearby forests. mountains stood majesticly beyond the foothills. Wes showed and DBT was already lurking on some solitary stretch only to find us later down stream. Terry and (sorry i missed the name) dropped by to 'scout' for us. short story of yesterday's adventure were shared while gearing up. and a little teasing of clive, who started this journey for us by could not lead the charge. Now, feeling a little silly in the michillen man get up, we treked off to the river. Terry mentioned the river had started to close up again even from the day before, so we wandered towards the hole above the 'tipped tree'. crossed the frozen river, sun just starting to peek out; the silence was overwhelming with serenity. the beauty of the moment not lost but appreciated. a moment to slow down and avoid sliding a$$ over teakettle across the frozen stretch yonder lay. since there wasnt much open water to speak of, 4 of us lined the banks and prepared ourselves for the hours ahead. both Teck and I had a fish on and off again with in a few casts. DBT found us, we shared a smoke and recognition of again another perfect stranger whom we know well, without knowing him at all. Wes and DBT went off too find another adventure whilst the rest of us lingered next to this perfect pool. the wind died, the ice floes moved on, leaving us to cast to the dark depths of the pool before us, chasing what we knew was there. us, ourselves, serenity and the spirit of the fishing gods we were honouring today. complete silence again over came our group, except for the small splashes of the nymphs landing in the seem and the odd cursing over the treetrout that instantiously grew behind us, which had not there when we arrived. time stood still, a moment frozen, there i stood in a snowy bank above the seem, looking over my new friends. time did not exist, there was nothing beyond that moment. such a perfect day. we decided to move on after coming to the conclusion that if there had been anything in that pool, aside from the 2 whom had been stung and were not coming out to try their luck; any others had long since been harrassed in to seeking shelter somewhere else. we meandered downstream to the next pool; after navigating 9 and 12 ft rods under trees hanging 5ft off the ground, through grass tall than I, logs, rock, snow, more ice and 'shrubs' 7 ft tall, we made it our destination. a sexy seem, deep and long, open with rocks for shelter. we had found the perfect hole. a cigar was had, flies changed and another new and beautiful pool lay just beyond the ice shelf. in trade, there were fewer tree trout here; however, the ice a little more hazardous. but calm water, calm air prevailed. 4 hours seem to pass by in days and seconds all at once. a white fish was caught and released to his home in the deep stretch. another moment was had for reflection. and then we turned for home. i silently thanked the fishing god for a wonderful day and an incredible experience. i fish not for the fish, but for days like this one.

oh god, they've always been ugly. i thought it was from years and years of drinking, women and partying. what's with the chicken moves?!? lol

apparently i'm not having a 'smart' day. ya lost me again. but i'm not sure if i should have turned left or right at Albuquerque. from what i hear from a few of my concervation officer friends, the pay still sucks, the hours are stupid long, the territory to cover is too big and the staffing numbers to low. i dont hear much about stocking or what lakes are going trophy but then the guys i know are river guys trying to keep the peace to a dull riot through the summer there are too many idiot riding atv up and down the streams in stead of crossing nicely, jerk offs in closed areas who refuse to leave as they should ( i say let them burn if there's a forest fire), the number of poachers have increased (at least for fish) and a lot of misguided, grummpy, relocated bears think that the ski hill is a great place to hang out. and to tie in to the topic... this past summer was one of the warmest and driest that anyone can remember for the southwest corner of the province. almost no rain from mid june to july 1, and then no rain at all from july 1 to early sept when the forestry reserve was re-opened in mid sept. how's that for answering a question that i know nothing about personally. at least i tried

i gotta get rid of mccabe. he's injured again i was thinking max 2 player trade

what?!? LOL were they passing out whips in the marriage license line or was that the minister

of course i'm coming camping this summer. i wouldnt miss it for the world. LOL. meh, bring the cameras. that would be humourous. and i think we should bet taco a few beer for nekkid fire walking. why not, sounds like fun tee-hee we'll drink and be merry

oh good, that makes 3 crazy people. i design flies in my head while trying to sleep, change them add things and so on. i never seem to finish though. it's like reading a really cool book but never getting to the end LOL

i just picked one up from london drugs c-clamp mount with magnifier for $20, decor desk lamp by globe. 60w and there is a shield on the magnifier if you dont need it at the time

LOL, yes there are.... but it just isnt the same as the real thing... see above joke LOL

yes and, why do you ask? i rarely fish stillwaters so i dont pay a whole lot of attention. if i run into my favourite CO whilst fishing, i'll ask him. but since the question was a little out of left field, i'm not sure if that was a backhanded question with some relevance to the global warming topic or just a general enquiry

shaun of the dead is killer, great show. way too funny. although, he mimics my ex in this video go figure