tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post1237534400738512039..comments2024-03-28T07:20:11.369-07:00Comments on Oddball Observations : GONE FISHINGCatalysthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804837416104556928noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-19692809496193105942016-03-15T08:12:59.732-07:002016-03-15T08:12:59.732-07:00I have so many fond memories of the times we spent...I have so many fond memories of the times we spent together at Carlyle Lake. My family spent many hours out in the boat, and it always frustrated my dad that mother usually caught the largest and the most fish. Dad taught me to clean fish efficiently and mother could cook the best fried perch. The way dad cleaned them they could be deboned easily after cooking. Speaking of mother, she probably gave me that haircut. I can remember trying to sit patiently while she used hand clippers to cut my hair. It was impossible for her to use them without a little jerk that really hurt. I think the results showed how patient I could be. Oh, yes, I really hated those glasses, too!Jim Burbidgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17360484384694929848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-44494334316980850262016-03-14T13:46:28.257-07:002016-03-14T13:46:28.257-07:00That's quite a "fish story!" The ki...That's quite a "fish story!" The kid saves the day-make that dinner.Tom Cochrunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04046822056852446079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-5061393819525378702016-03-14T13:20:18.979-07:002016-03-14T13:20:18.979-07:00The greatest gift my dad gave me was the love of t...The greatest gift my dad gave me was the love of the outdoors especially fishing. We went full circle..when I was a kid he would bait my hook with a worm..his last couple of visits to our house in Florida I would bait his hook with a shrimp while sharing great memories of our times together on the water.Gary Toddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06499258256914314564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-28328583084602657402016-03-14T13:19:39.383-07:002016-03-14T13:19:39.383-07:00The greatest gift my dad gave me was the love of t...The greatest gift my dad gave me was the love of the outdoors especially fishing. We went full circle..when I was a kid he would bait my hook with a worm..his last couple of visits to our house in Florida I would bait his hook with a shrimp while sharing great memories of our times together on the water.Gary Toddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06499258256914314564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-34761642420438126042016-03-14T11:44:56.443-07:002016-03-14T11:44:56.443-07:00I never enjoyed fishing as a kid because I always ...I never enjoyed fishing as a kid because I always caught the biggest fish and I never wanted to kill it, so my brother killed it.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-87219878452932709582016-03-14T11:30:33.010-07:002016-03-14T11:30:33.010-07:00My mom and dad retired to a home on the Chesapeake...My mom and dad retired to a home on the Chesapeake Bay, a creek off the bay actually. We caught lots o perch off the dock with small lures. I grew tired of it by the time I was 55...actually the house was sold, I'd still fish from that dock if I could.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-55367761760592039852016-03-14T10:35:36.039-07:002016-03-14T10:35:36.039-07:00Great story. I fished as a kid and didn't qui...Great story. I fished as a kid and didn't quit until about 20 years ago. Just got tired of it and all of the German rules.<br /><br />SteveAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-41825001468940303962016-03-14T10:16:09.825-07:002016-03-14T10:16:09.825-07:00One day while fishing with my judge grandfather, h...One day while fishing with my judge grandfather, he brought up the fact I was stealing cigarettes from my Mom. He said, "if you're going to smoke, you need to smoke like a man." He took a cigar out of his pocket, trimmed and lit it. He handed me one, he walked me through the process and made the 13 year old me smoke the whole damn thing. I didn't smoke again until I was in college. When I occasionally smoke a cigar today, I still use his lessons and I always get a smile on my face when I think of that day in the boat. That's my fishing story for today. And thanks for yours. You're lucky you didn't choke on the bones in those pike.Jagerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15854309313920685901noreply@blogger.com