Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Gone Heavy Fishing

You haven't fished until you have fished for men..or something like that..

Maybe I can be governor as well.. I am a former wrestler, I am bald, I am heavy, I am dumber than virtually every person I meet, I have the English skills of a 5th grader (ok I know what you are saying maybe a 4th grader). I hate our government process, But I am not a Navy Seal nor do I have any charisma, So I will keep doing what I am good at.. Hmm What am I good at again.. Well it is what it is.. So I don't believe I have to go into the whole back story of my recent family outings with my family but they all follow the same formula.. We attempt to get together with the guys in the family and do some male bonding but it usually ends up with someone in the hospital.. So this year the plan was to make the trip to Bemidji and do some fishing. The plan was to have all six of us take one vehicle to save on gas but it turned out that putting six guys in one vehicle and mix in a stop at Craponalds and you will get a fair amount of methane .. I will summarize the trip quickly we arrived the first day and fished in 75 degree weather caught a ton of small northerns and a few walleyes but fishing with my son was priceless.. He must have caught 10-15 pike himself that day.. Which is a blast to watch but creates more work than you can imagine.. See my Dad ,who from our last little adventure has a hand that is not fully recuperated really and wasn't able to take the fish out without a fair amount of wincing and me looking on with the guilt that I was a big part of his hand being in constant pain for the last 7 months.. I had to drive the little 14 foot tiller boat and get off the 30 or so fish we all caught that day.. Actually it worked really well but I was getting a little tired and just a wee bit angry after the tenth time the treble hooks would hook the same spot on my finger.. So all went well the first day.. The second day, not so good.. We woke with the temps in the 40's and the wind was blowing but hey we are tough so we bundled up and took the nicer 16 foot boot that day.. So as we are meandering through the stream on the way to the lake my Dad snares another northern and pulls it to the side of the boat. I am a little sleepy but hey I can still feel the pangs of guilt so I reach down to grab the feisty little snake (that's what she said) but before I get my hand to the fish the fish shakes the rapala and all I can see is hooks coming at my face.. I rear back like a grizzly that finally caught the salmon but instead of salmon it is a orange rapala and instead of a grizzly it is a washed up guilt ridden tomato faced popped balloon looking man thrashing around with a rapula impaled on his nose and his coat locking the great beast into a horrible position of weather to panic and just start pulling since his face really can't look worse or freeze and hope that my one armed bandit father will not try setting the hook and bring in the bald hairy assed fish.. So short story long I tell my dad to freeze and don't move.. Of course there is a boat driving by while the beast was trying to free himself from the three hooked monster but I didn't let that bother me, just facing people each day looking the way I do prepares me for moments like this.. I have a lariat around my neck with a clippers so I cut the line so clubby does not decide to help and drive the barb in any farther.. I start coming up with a plan of how we are going to get to a hospital to get this out but just when I feel the warm blood in my nose.. .. I decided to give the lure a quick jerk to see how deep it was logged inside my nostril and it came out.. My dad thanked me for removing the fish and the nostril hair from his lure and continued fishing with 5 seconds.. I sat in the cold boat the rest of the day with my nose pounding like I had been punched in the face.. So that was it.. My Dad claimed he caught the biggest fish.. So the trip was a success we got to hang out with the guys and really it was fun and there will be no recovery period this time..

Twins..
Still struggling but it is a long season and they will continue to get better they are just lacking a solid homerun threat in the lineup..

Twolves
This is it.. I don't like to consider the odds of whether they will win the lottery I like to consider the odds they will fall farther back then 7th.. If they don't get 1or 2 I would give the pick to the clippers and fold up shop nobody in this draft is in the same category as the top 2..

Guys Weekend..

There has been much discussion but little resolution. We have the date but not the location as far as everybody is concerned. It looks like having at M5's place is a long shot since the group feels that the close location and the physical size of the house prevents us from having our typical guys weekend comradery. JLO you being the most supreme alpha will have to battle this out with HOW and come up with a solution.. IJ and your little bro are non committal and I am on the fence but leaning away from my cabin because it requires work on my part.. JLO you might have to have a summit meeting with HOW and schpeedy and come up with a resolution..

Spidey 3..
The weakest of the three but not a bad film for my three boys.. I will give 2.5 baldies..
Wish me luck k I might attempt a 6 mile run this week to see where I am at..

GO HEAVY or Don't GO at all.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Fishing is boring.

TrepStar Editor said...

I heard from Daggett that it's at the cabin, but if for some reason you guys change your mind, my house is always open.

Patrick Trepanier.

Anonymous said...

I have a solution...you guys go to WI and have a nice weekend...take lots of pictures, and post them on the internet every few hours so I can enjoy a low-mileage driven/low-gasoline cost "cyber" GW...'fraid it's that, or some of you "drive several hours to get to GW" types can come up my way and pick-me-up/drop-me-off if you want me there...otherwise, I'm content hearing all the great Lyme's diseased-woodtick/sunburn/Wisconsin hick stories post-GW, in the comfort of the occasionally air-conditioned, run-down trailer-on-wheels my family and I call home...

See yall in the funny papers...

JLO

P.S. Thanks Pat T.!!!..Here's to hoping your generous offer, and majority common sense will prevail...