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twentynine

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  1. 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. :504_shrugging:

    I know what my old man did, he beat the high holy he!! out of both of us when we pulled stunts like that.

  2. 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.

  3. 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

  4. 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.

  5. 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.

  6. 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.

  7. 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!

  8. 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.

  9. 4 years old. I think the key here is weight, it has to be light. Even if he is a big 4 year old he is going to wear out, and if he has to sling an adult sized rod he is not going to enjoy it much.

    For pure enjoyment a small Zebco say something like a spincast 11 or 22 on a 4 1/2' casting rod. I have a couple of them myself that I use for bream bustin. Total cost maybe $25 to $30. Comes with 8# test line. I have managed a couple of fair sized catfish on'em, but a three pound fish is about what he is going to be able to handle.

    Barbie rod, Snoopy, Peanuts or what ever. My grand daughter has several of them, and they are not nearly as good as the small Zebcos.

    Buying a nice rod for a 4 year old to "teach" him to take care of it, well I think he needs to be aware that he needs to take care of all his stuff, not just the nice stuff. And he is 4 years old the lesson is to learn to enjoy fishing and being out with dad. Why would you want to give him something that is going to be a reason for correcting him, after all it's suppose to be fun.

  10. Hey Guys

    thanks for the welcome. 0430 here still haven't had much time to look things over, I got Popsie (PawPaw) dutie this weekend. My little bitty baby girl grand daughter is now 4, she keeps me running.

    News is my daughter and granddaughter will be moving next to us on our property, no more 500 mile rides to see'em.

    RJ been kinda busy, I don't make it over to FCB much.

    No contender, gots me something better! :rolleyes:

    I am going to try and spend a little more time around here, looks nice.

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