I finally wore out my shoes. They were wariors. They lasted longer than I could have ever expected. Too bad I forgot the toll for the river styx. They won't make it after all I guess. Tribute done.
March 26, 2012
RAINBOW
I went fishing again. I caught a fish this big. It was better to catch a fish than to get skunked.
March 21, 2012
TIM TEBOW IS A JET???
March 20, 2012
TRICKING AND KILLING... OR RELEASING
I had a day off so I thought I would see if I could go somewhere dangerous and nearly kill my dog.
Here is the full story.
It was a Friday afternoon and it had been unusually warm weather for a few weeks now. I had been talking to someone about fishing a few days earlier and decided that I would go when I had a chance. That day was my chance. I had invited a few friends to go with me but they were not interested or they were otherwise occupied. I arranged to borrow my dad's Jeep. I was planning the trip with just my dog as company but a few hours before I departed my friend Aaron became available so he joined us.
I picked up the Jeep and drove to a small reservoir about 30 minutes away from my house. The plan was sound in theory. I had arranged to borrow the jeep in anticipation of a small amount of mud being possible with the spring snow melting. I was certainly right about the snow. When we were about a mile away from the reservoir snow was all over the road. Just before we could see the water i commented about how much it would suck if the lake was frozen. We both just laughed at the thought. The joke was on us though. There was a fairly thin sheet of ice on the water.
We should have just gone straight home at this point but we thought we might as well scope things out. I drove as far as we could go toward the stream that supplies water to the reservoir. We got out and started hiking in the snow to the edge of the water.
As soon as we were out of the trees and brush Ryder decided that it was in his best interest to run at full speed onto the ice. The ice, we quickly determined, was so thin that it could not even hold the weight of a 40 pound dog. He fell through. All three in our party were thrown into panic as he struggled to escape almost certain death. I called to him to come back to me on the ground rather than continuing his route to the center. He turned and was lucky enough to get his paws on some thicker ice where he could pull himself out. He ran to me confused and a bit stunned. He looked up at my concerned look, shook the water out of his fur, and then started to run around like an idiot.
That should have been our sign to leave but we were not done yet. I wanted to see what the stream was doing to the ice around the corner. I persuaded Aaron to hike through the snow to see what was going on there. It was the second bad decision.
Where we began walking in the snow it didn't go above a few inches when we stepped on it. In the midpoint of the journey it was above the knees. I was just laughing about how awful this decision was [forgetting about sunk cost].
With much effort we finally go to where the stream entered the reservoir. It was a bust to say the least. My room was larger than the available open water. We had failed on so many levels but we were determined. I deduced that my only option was to put some Powerbait® on a hook and hope for the best. Hope wasn't enough. My toes were starting to freeze at this point. I suggested that we give up. We did with enthusiasm. Skunked again.
Here is the full story.
It was a Friday afternoon and it had been unusually warm weather for a few weeks now. I had been talking to someone about fishing a few days earlier and decided that I would go when I had a chance. That day was my chance. I had invited a few friends to go with me but they were not interested or they were otherwise occupied. I arranged to borrow my dad's Jeep. I was planning the trip with just my dog as company but a few hours before I departed my friend Aaron became available so he joined us.
I picked up the Jeep and drove to a small reservoir about 30 minutes away from my house. The plan was sound in theory. I had arranged to borrow the jeep in anticipation of a small amount of mud being possible with the spring snow melting. I was certainly right about the snow. When we were about a mile away from the reservoir snow was all over the road. Just before we could see the water i commented about how much it would suck if the lake was frozen. We both just laughed at the thought. The joke was on us though. There was a fairly thin sheet of ice on the water.
We should have just gone straight home at this point but we thought we might as well scope things out. I drove as far as we could go toward the stream that supplies water to the reservoir. We got out and started hiking in the snow to the edge of the water.
As soon as we were out of the trees and brush Ryder decided that it was in his best interest to run at full speed onto the ice. The ice, we quickly determined, was so thin that it could not even hold the weight of a 40 pound dog. He fell through. All three in our party were thrown into panic as he struggled to escape almost certain death. I called to him to come back to me on the ground rather than continuing his route to the center. He turned and was lucky enough to get his paws on some thicker ice where he could pull himself out. He ran to me confused and a bit stunned. He looked up at my concerned look, shook the water out of his fur, and then started to run around like an idiot.
That should have been our sign to leave but we were not done yet. I wanted to see what the stream was doing to the ice around the corner. I persuaded Aaron to hike through the snow to see what was going on there. It was the second bad decision.
Where we began walking in the snow it didn't go above a few inches when we stepped on it. In the midpoint of the journey it was above the knees. I was just laughing about how awful this decision was [forgetting about sunk cost].
With much effort we finally go to where the stream entered the reservoir. It was a bust to say the least. My room was larger than the available open water. We had failed on so many levels but we were determined. I deduced that my only option was to put some Powerbait® on a hook and hope for the best. Hope wasn't enough. My toes were starting to freeze at this point. I suggested that we give up. We did with enthusiasm. Skunked again.
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