gotta be the bigger man.
Speaking of bigger men, not many people look to break my nose if i flip them off, and i have flipped people off in the car(not so much these days). You must have forgotten when we met.
Most people don't get aggressive with me if i flip them off, not because i am a big man, though i am, but 99% of the time its justified and the other person already feels guilty And just moves on.
Anyhow i changed my picture just for you. But really man. You should find more important things to ride someone on about in here. ive seen much worse in my life than someone fiving me the middle finger.
You live in a different world than most people.
However I love the photo of you and the fish. I love fishing and it gets my mind of all of life's faults.
I've caught lots of different kinds of fish but only three sturgeon. Each one was progressively about 2 inches larger than the last one, all three were 1/2 inch to 1 inch to short to be a keeper. Talk about crappy luck.
I do have three favorite fish stories. The first was when I was ten years old and fishing in Tryon Creek in Oswego. I spotted a rainbow colored extremely large fish in a pond in Tryon Creek. That baby was mine and I fished for it every day for most of the day for about a week. I finally gave up thinking it just wasn't going to bite. Then, my mother decided to have a family picnic while fishing the creek. There was me, my little brother, my mother, my grandmother my mother's sister, my aunt, and her son, my age, my cousin, Marty. We parked grandma at the pond with an old probably broken rod with some line tied to the tip and a number 6 hook with a worm on it and the rest of us scattered up and down the creek. We heard a loud shriek and we all headed for grandma who was obviously being attacked by a bear, a wolf or a cougar. When we all got there we found grandma holding MY fish, a five pound steelhead. I had a sudden rush of mixed emotion feeling good for grandma and yet simultaneously bad about her catching my fish.
The next story was about catching my first steelhead. I fishing with a buddy who lived in the woods near Coos Bay. We had been fishing all day with no luck. He says he needs some fire wood. I tried to help but he said several times no thanks all he needed was his chain saw. There was a small creek nearby so I threw my line in the water. I kept getting tiny nibbles which kept stealing my cluster eggs. Finally I hooked, to my great surprise, about a five pound steelhead.
The last story was when six of us when deep in the woods near Coos Bay salmon and steelhead fishing. I was down a steep embankment fishing a pond when the other five guys arrived because of bad luck where they fished. They suddenly started yelling at me where to cast my bait. They were very excited and said that from their vantage point they could see an extremely large steelhead. I did everything they suggested for what seemed like hours but was probably less than two hours. I finally gave up. One buddy's younger brother went down to the pond with his fly rod and caught a 22 p
