Just wanted to say I am sorry for the response the spot burn thread rec'd. I should have thought of the implications of my initial knee jerk reaction. I will think before I write next time.

The people that were offended by the post do not need my help to find fish. These guys are undoubtedly some of the best.

Remember, opinions are like a-holes everyone has one.

I am sorry for stirring the chum bucket.
Bruce

just eat a high cholesterol diet and we will understand

how do you think I keep my 250# body mass in check.

see how well I understand

see how well I understand

What a friggin jerk. How was that??

and may your skid marks burn your as s

Just wanted to say I am sorry for the response the spot burn thread rec'd. I should have thought of the implications of my initial knee jerk reaction. I will think before I write next time.

The people that were offended by the post do not need my help to find fish. These guys are undoubtedly some of the best.

Remember, opinions are like a-holes everyone has one.

I am sorry for stirring the chum bucket.
Bruce

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I`m sorry to :hee:

How did that chitstorm sneak by me :huh:?
I AM learning eh, Skitts?

Gotts to LOVE the passion of everyone involved.

After all, isn't it our shared moonlit passion that unites us to our prey and drives us to the sea?

That, and the subconcious collective that inspires our feverish
and incessant meanderings across perilous rocks and send engines through
waves of salt and foam. THE collective, which is the full knowledge that
some night, some moon, when the bait is unaware,

when the wind and tide is sweet with the perfume of melons,
and Lady Stripey is just cruising through her haunts ~unbeknownst to the hook laden eeeeel, pogie, wood, tin, or jig~ sweeping the broom of her tail this and that way to seek our well placed offering only to inhale it into her gaping, 80 pound maw.

And we will be waiting, OH YES, we will be casting in wait of our reverent reward. The TROPHY of our dreams and the object of our obsession made all the more enjoyable by the take, the set, the fight, the play, and the landing of the fish of a lifetime.

All to be set against the frame of a striper dawn, one striper dream ~~~shared by many, attained by few, and declared not by the wise and weathered warrior. For his satisfaction comes not in the heraldry, but in the waging of the war. Not on the scale, but in the memory of this beauty and her magnificent valor.

At least that's what works for me.

And doan go getting any ideas you authors out there,
"Striper Dawn, Striper Dreams" is the working title of a project of mine. I've retained a photographer, and still need a publisher. All things in good time, in God's timing.

How did that chitstorm sneak by me :huh:?
I AM learning eh, Skitts?

Gotts to LOVE the passion of everyone involved.

After all, isn't it our shared moonlit passion that unites us to our prey and drives us to the sea?

That, and the subconcious collective that inspires our feverish
and incessant meanderings across perilous rocks and send engines through
waves of salt and foam. THE collective, which is the full knowledge that
some night, some moon, when the bait is unaware,

when the wind and tide is sweet with the perfume of melons,
and Lady Stripey is just cruising through her haunts ~unbeknownst to the hook laden eeeeel, pogie, wood, tin, or jig~ sweeping the broom of her tail this and that way to seek our well placed offering only to inhale it into her gaping, 80 pound maw.

And we will be waiting, OH YES, we will be casting in wait of our reverent reward. The TROPHY of our dreams and the object of our obsession made all the more enjoyable by the take, the set, the fight, the play, and the landing of the fish of a lifetime.

All to be set against the frame of a striper dawn, one striper dream ~~~shared by many, attained by few, and declared not by the wise and weathered warrior. For his satisfaction comes not in the heraldry, but in the waging of the war. Not on the scale, but in the memory of this beauty and her magnificent valor.

At least that's what works for me.

And doan go getting any ideas you authors out there,
"Striper Dawn, Striper Dreams" is the working title of a project of mine. I've retained a photographer, and still need a publisher. All things in good time, in God's timing.


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