Larry M wrote:
Funny how the coke and peanut thing is all across the country.
In the fifties a bottle of coke was a dime and a bag of peanuts a nickel.
I learned about it when I lived in NC
My youngest son looked at me and said a few things when he saw me putting peanuts in my coke bottle.
EasternOZ wrote:
My youngest son looked at me and said a few things when he saw me putting peanuts in my coke bottle.
I hope you set him straight.
That’s why they call it fishing and not catching Jungle. It’s all about the peace and serenity of just being on the stream and taking time to take it all in.
Fish Dancer wrote:
I hope you set him straight.
Told him not to knock until he tried it and to keep driving.
Balzey wrote:
I think if I scored every time I went it might get boring. For me it’s therapy & the hunt. Tight lines
A fishermen passes away. He wakes up next to a beautiful stream. Nearby is a rod and reel with a lure attached. Doing what comes naturally he picks it up and casts and hooks a fish. After a long battle he lands a beautiful 10 pound trout. Casting again he hooks another 10 pound beauty. This goes on cast after cast after cast. Soon he gets tired and sits down on the bank. Hearing a noise he looks up the path and sees another fishermen approaching. When he gets closer he can't help but notice the man does not look very happy. He says to him "so this is what heaven is like." The man answers back "whatever made you think this was heaven?"
badboyattitude wrote:
Well for me if I don't catch some then I don't have to clean them but its always about just relaxing. Things change when you get older and when you know life is getting short. Things just don't matter like they use to.
Yeah bad boy don’t bother me like it used to. I feel I’m blessed to be able to do what I do & pass on what little I know to someone else
Tight Lines
Fish Dancer wrote:
Ok, good.
When I was 13 my family moved from Montana to a small, mostly Hispanic town in northern NM. My dad's drugstore was across the street from the local high school. Every day at lunchtime and after school the kids would come to the store buy a bottle of Coke from the machine and package of peanuts. Drink half the Coke and pour the peanuts into the bottle. CULTURE SHOCK big time! Initially it pissed me off cuz I had to clean up all the overflow spills. Then just from curiosity I tried it. Damn that was good. WOW!
Graywulff wrote:
When I was 13 my family moved from Montana to a small, mostly Hispanic town in northern NM. My dad's drugstore was across the street from the local high school. Every day at lunchtime and after school the kids would come to the store buy a bottle of Coke from the machine and package of peanuts. Drink half the Coke and pour the peanuts into the bottle. CULTURE SHOCK big time! Initially it pissed me off cuz I had to clean up all the overflow spills. Then just from curiosity I tried it. Damn that was good. WOW!
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LOL
for sure have to make room for fizz and the peanuts
While about 12, 40 plus years ago, hiking along a creek about a mile with my dad, me fishing and him just guiding, came upon a bridge. Under the bridge was a snake, 6’ copperhead. Dad was not normal. He did not have what regular people call “fear”.
He caught it and then looked around and found an empty plastic jug. He shoved the snake into the jug and crammed a stick in for a lid.
Then we walked the four miles back to the camper, yeah we took the road way back around the country block so he could show the snake to all the neighbors and cars that stopped to talk. Well not so much to show them but to scare them. Lol
When we got back to the camper, my big brother peed himself and my mother passed out. So yeah, when I go fishing, we catch all kinds of things
Jungle Ranch Fish Camp wrote:
While about 12, 40 plus years ago, hiking along a creek about a mile with my dad, me fishing and him just guiding, came upon a bridge. Under the bridge was a snake, 6’ copperhead. Dad was not normal. He did not have what regular people call “fear”.
He caught it and then looked around and found an empty plastic jug. He shoved the snake into the jug and crammed a stick in for a lid.
Then we walked the four miles back to the camper, yeah we took the road way back around the country block so he could show the snake to all the neighbors and cars that stopped to talk. Well not so much to show them but to scare them. Lol
When we got back to the camper, my big brother peed himself and my mother passed out. So yeah, when I go fishing, we catch all kinds of things
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6 foot long is a world record copperhead..you guys drinking shine???
EasternOZ wrote:
R U offering shine?
I don't really care for it...
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