twentynine

Man wait until they are older. I still have a scar over my right eye where my loving brother hit me with a brick. He still has a BB pellet stuck under his scalp. Advice? Sorry I don't have any. I know what my old man did, he beat the high holy he!! out of both of us when we pulled stunts like that.

I think autobaun and RIB hit the nail on the head. Why wait until you are miles and miles out at sea, in gale force conditions to try to rig a chicken $h!t tarp. Seems to me you could cover the whole dang shootin match front to back side to side, safely at the dock. Then come what he!! or high water you are prepared.

You leave a forum suicide note over on tht, you could either still read both,or made the move with no comment. It is possible to belong to, read, comment and contribute to more than one boating forum. Myself I belong to tht this forum and even old knuckle head freebird's. It is no business of tht to know what websites I visit or what forums I hold membership.Nor is it for me to cast stones at them. For what it's worth I think you left your post over on tht simply to illicit the responses you have received. Then you can come here and point back at tht saying just what your saying. Welcome to RB, even though it may not be my place to welcome you, other than one member to anotherm

Yep! Not to answer you to short, surely any answer would be an opinion. You got one fellow on here ask if he wants a cuddy. Come on a cuddy definitely not anywhere near the accepted idea of what a bay boat looks like. My own personnal opinion, well I'd need more info to even hazard a guess as to what would be the best with in the restraints of his wants and needs. Money New Used Bells and whistles Plain jane Speed Wieght Power preference Dealer available Got all kinds.

Impossible to answer! Any answer given to this question would be merely the opinion of the responder. By what set of criteria would you judge "Best Bay Boat" sheees!

I nevermade a threat that I couldn't back up. I left the middle one at the grocery store one afternoon. Told him don't wonder off, he did. Finish my shopping, oldest, youngest were right there, middle boy no where to be found. Went out loaded groceries, and actually moved the car to a different area of the parking lot. Sat and watched the door, less than 5 minutes go by middle boy appears at the door ambles across the lot. You could see the anxiety in his eyes when he realised the car was gone. I let him worry and wonder around until he started for the door, drove over and intercepted him before he got there. Sure was a happy kid when he got in the car. My father had magic arms. Three kids in the back seat, myself, older sister, youger brother. Sis stationed in the middle to keep the brothers apart, of course my much older sister did not want to be "touched" by the grubbie boys. She would sit there hollering "don't touch me". The boys would fiegn "touching" her, until she would start hollering "They're touching me". This would be my brother and I's favorite activity to livin up the trip. Miles and miles until my sister would be reduced to snivelling. OR- until the oldman would have enough. It was always hard to gauge Pop, his actions and reactions had a way of being sudden and most dramatic. Unlike mom he never threatened or warned. When he went off it was usually with dire results for some one or everyone. But I digress. Magic arms- my pop could clean out the entire back seat of a '63 Pontiac Bonneville without once taking his foot off the accellerator or turning around. It was like he had an extra joint in his arm that not only allowed it to bend in excess of a normal arm, but it could also extend to th far reaches of corners and floorboards. It didn't get tired either it would spin, snap, wack until we were all begging for mercy. The mom in question, evidently she thought she had to take the action to teach the brats a lesson. Who am I to judge.

I got a BB Curve for birthday, only problem with it has been me. The obvious question to ask--- Is your wife having the same problems? If she is addicted to hers as you describe, she evidently is not having the same problems. I am using AT&T.

Well by no measure or any means was I an angel, but you can book one dang thing. I was never brought home by the law, nor was my father ever called on because of me by the law. When I got my driver's licsense he sat me down and in plain english explained what would happen TO ME if I ever done anything to embarash him. My dad was an auxillary sheriff's deputy and a part time city policeman, he new where I was, who I was with, everytime I left the house. The few times I transgressed he knew about it before I got home. So it was a matter of standing tall and taking my medicine, forget about telling my side of the story. As far as he was concerned if an adult any adult called with a report concerning me it was true. I will say on the other hand, once I paid "the butcher" it was all over, lesson learned and I was back even steven. I raised my kids the same way, found out that it was not easy being the hard arse. Did have fun one time nearly strangling my daughter's soon to be X boy friend. I did let him go just as his eyes rolled back in his head. Still funny when I think of his feet windmilling as I held him clear of the ground, by the throat.The idiot had some kind of idea that because he was 6" taller and 25lbs heavier than me he had nothing to fear. He left out going a lot faster than when he showed up. Ahhh! Those were the days.

I use the wedge thing on my f-115, only one on the left hand side. Why only one? Because I have a grease fitting on the right hand side that will break if I put it on that side. My owner's manual says that the little clip is not to be used for transporting.

Oh Jeeez okay I'll tell Few years back, fishing out of my old carolina skiff. Prepared the boat the previous evening loaded tackle ice chest and such. Plugged in my portable battery charger to make sure I had a full charge tr motor battery. Woke up the next morning to find I had over slept, I jumped into my clothes grabbed a cup of coffee a fist full of cold pop tarts and headed for the truck. In my haste to leave I made an abrieviated pre-departure check. While running ropund back of the boat I cut it just right to wind up with one hell of a gash on my leg provided by the skeg of the OB. No matter I'm a fisherman little blood don't mean nuthin. Jump into the truck crank her up and patiently let it warm up 10 seconds, jam it into gear and I'm off. One hour ten minutes later I'm at the landing. Water is high, real high with wind still blowing it in. Never mind, as I walk around the truck I notice some wires dangling off the fropnt of the boat. Dang gone it, they just don't make good battery chargers anymore, seems like it should have been able to with stand more than 60 miles of draggin on the road. Never mind, I'm a man and I' gone fishin. With little pause - get the boat ready for launch. Straps off, plug in, painter tied to the truck. Back her down, tap the brakes but she don't come off. Back a little more tap the brakes still nuthin. So I pull her back up the ramp check straps and back her down again. Tap the brakes nuthin, she won't come off. I back a little further down tap brakes, nuthin she's stuck. Kill the engine, set the parking brake. Untieing the painter I take the tag end with me as I climb into the back of the truck. Can't walk around with out getting my feet wet because of the high water. My idea is the boat just needs a little bit of a shove to get her to slide right off. I get to the tailgate and I can't quite reach the boat while standing in the bed. Looking down the trailer ball and coupler are under water- so I can't step there. So I get up on the top edge of the tailgate put my foot out to give the boat a little shove. I swear as God is my witness, the second my foot touched the boat it slid off that trailer like it was ice. It shot across the canal like the engine was runnin. I barely managed to rebalance myself on the top edge of the tailgate, but honestly I think the Wallenda family woul have been proud of my recovery. That is until I run out of slack on the bow rope. Dang boat jerked my butt right off that tailgate. I landed on my feet in chest deep water, with the boat continuing to drag me out. I got the line around a dock pilin, who cares if it was two foot below the deck. I still think it was a good save and so do the other 73 people who were no rolling in hysterics and applauding my performance. Iget my wet arse out of the water along with wet shoes, wet cell phone, wet wallet,and get in the truck pull it and park it with out incident. Am I beginning to get bothered, well maybe a little but I'm gone fishin and IAM A MAN! Did notice on my way back to the boat that the laughter had died down a little bit, but they stll had some big smillin and finger pointin going on. Fishing itself was pretty uneventful even if unproductive. Not one bite! Back at the landing I get the boat loaded, tied down and ready for the road. Thank The Lord for small favors, cause they had a whole new group of people that lacked intertainment and with my wet drawers beginning to chafe me, I was in no mood. But it don't matter I'm a man and I been fishin. Got home, figured as I didn't have fish to clean I'd make a special effort on boat clean up. Scrub brush soap bucket hose pipe and me get into the boat and I proceed to scrub that boat to a fare the well. Besides that cool fresh water rinse I gave my brain storage area felt good, sure put the fire out from the chaffing. I finish with the boat scrub down throw the bucket brush soap and hose out of the boat. Walk down throw leg over the gunnel to place my foot on the finder so I can step out of the boat. It is amazing how slippery soap is, ain't it! Soon as I put my wieght on the fender my foot just shot right out, like Wile E Copyote in a road runner toon. Seems as if I hung suspended for a second, long enough to realise this was going to hurt and it weren't goin to be pretty either. Down I came smashin my port and starboard rutting gear on the rolled edge of the boat. I made to grab something, anything but ended up with air as I fell face first into the gravel driveway. I managed to get to my feet if not quite catch my breath, the blood from the cut on my head was not quite in my eye yet, so I figured once I got my brains back into normal position I'd be okay. However I did acknowledge to myself atleast that it may be time to call it a day. I headed for the door, A/C and the blessed relief of an ice bag. Even if I didn't know or couldn't make up my mind which end to apply it to. Two hours later my wife gets home from a stressful day of shoppin. Finds me dirty on the couch, ice bag held to one head. She looks me over tells me I left my boat in the drive and the hose runnin. Figuring I might get some sympathy or maybe a massage on my --- uh, never mind. I tell her my tale of woe. I thought I had touched her heart, until she winked her eye then told me to go turn off the hose, get the boat out the drive, because she had just had her nails done. Oh well! I'm a man, and I love fishin!

Twentynine here! I fish any water that is wet for any fish that will bite. I'd post a picture cept I ain't been able to get one to post yet.

I'm here!

Withou comment on Mr Vick's character, I don't think he has a snow balls chance in ----! he may get a contract, he may play a few years, but guys like him who do not have the moral fiber to control themselves fall by the way side quick.

Are we talking about stuff like the "F-bomb" thread? Some folks just can't help themselves. What I sometimes think is going on is some of the more aggressive members--- ugh let's see---- how I can say this in a both constructive and non confrontational manner. Some of the more aggressive members may not wear the pants in the family, in fact they may not even be allowed to wear pants at all. I picture a few of them sitting at the computer at 0300 dressed in their jocky draws, quietly posting on web, hoping not to wake the 300# wife sleeping in the next room. So these guys have to exhibit all their manlyness where they are allowed to, that's here on the internet.

EEEEH SO WHAT"S UP? Got here a few days ago myself.