Lund Explorer

The only saving grace is that this guy is closer to Team Pampers than Team Depends!

Not saying that an old dog like me couldn't tie on a Rico and get good results, but I have so much confidence in my slightly modified Pop-R that I can't see the need to change. FYI - My Pop-R is a Baby Bass with a slightly larger front hook (Excaliber Rotating Treble) and a hand tied tail hook sporting chicken feathers and a red slash. The chicken feather thing was learned from Zell Roland. Here's hoping you have just as much success with your Rico!

Congrats on the 3rd place finish! Now I just have to figure out if the tournament's sponsor is advertising their prices in Canadian or Yankee Dollars.

Choose your poison, but sooner or later almost everyone learns that it isn't the lure but the person fishing it that matters. If you have confidence is a specific brand name you'll work it better.

Good question, but you also have to wonder if that virus didn't hijack his entire address book to spread it even further.

There isn't any need for me to insinuate anything. But I will ask you one question, based on what you keep saying. If you have such refined tastes, why do you keep cleaning many, many summer bass that taste like weeds or fall bass that taste like shad?

As soon as you can sit down at a desk-top or lap-top computer, pull up the attached link. http://www.sba.gov/category/navigation-structure/starting-managing-business/starting-business/how-write-business-plan With the help of a good lawyer and an accountant you should have an answer within six months or so.

T-Rig Worm, and T-Rig Craw Worm both fished deep. Weedless Tube if I decide to skip under those docks.

You sure it wasn't a couple of bass fillets? If they taste like weeds going in, I can't imagine what they'd smell like coming out!

Was it really that bad? You wouldn't be pulling our leg so to speak would you? Or should I say pulling our finger!

I have to admit, I had a couple of bass filets the other night and they tasted just like weeds! They are what they eat. Fortunately, I had a steak in the fridge so I threw it on the grill. Dang thing tasted just like a bale of hay! They are what they eat. Still hungry, I drove to the meat market. Asked the butcher what the pigs ate where he got his pork chops from. Gave up on that idea! They are what they eat. Still not giving up, I drove to the seafood store. I was halfway to the door when I realized that anything that swam in salt water would be like biting off a chunk from a salt block! They are what they eat. Since then I've been on a strict diet of Mac & Cheese, but I leave out the cheese part. I don't need any of the dairy products that those darn grass eating give up. It's Udderly Disgusting!

I should tie all my kids and grandkids to a chair and make them watch this video.

Rather than worry about what lure you're going to throw, I'd worry about locating the fish. This year has been abnormally cold in all of the Great Lakes so you need to find out what stage they are going to in by next weekend. Here's the first few questions you need to address. 1. Are you going after smallies or green fish? 2. What is the water temp. today? What was it last week? What should it be the day of the tournament? 3. Have those fish hit the beds yet, and if they have, how long ago? In my opinion, what you throw isn't nearly as important as where you throw it. Even if this is one of the worst weekends to be on the water, you need to take a boat ride and see what you can find before you plunk down some hard earned cash.

I'm not sure if I'd consider that until I found if it was possible to channel that excess energy into a redoubled effort on the water. My long time fishing partner and I used to argue about things quite often. Usually when things didn't go as planned or we had different ideas on what we should've tried. Those arguments never go to out of hand because we both realized that each of us could have our own opinions and both stood a good chance of both being right or wrong. Slimshad's partner is po'd because they went from cashing checks to finishing out of the money. I'd suggest the two of them sit down and try to figure out why their fortunes have changed and then see if it is correctable. Maybe his partner has a few ideas about what to change, and it might be worthwhile to let him control the direction of the team for a few tournaments. It's fairly obvious that any change couldn't hurt their recent record.

That's the pace I remember in my nightmares!

I usually throw mine over the side to keep exposed hooks out of the boat. Lots going on after you've caught one whether in a tournament or not including putting them on the bump board, culling, stowing the net, etc.. The last thing I want to worry about is getting hooked. I'll worry about my bait after I'm ready to start fishing again.

No water for me this weekend, thankfully. Legion Post today, and then a trip to Battle Creek with a couple of the grandkids on Saturday. USAF Thunderbirds are part of this year's airshow and while I've seen them a number of times, these kids never have.

YES, They Do! Under the strictest sense of the law, they are in the act of fishing. Why is it so hard to understand that a CO doesn't have ESP. What if the "student" who was just learning how to fish asked this same unlicensed person to make another cast, or perhaps a dozen of them? What if the "teacher" also showed how to retrieve the lure, set the hook, fight and land the fish? It is completely unreasonable to assume that a CO is supposed to make those judgments. Key word - Judgment - As in JUDGE - Like in Court! If a CO sees someone in the act of fishing, he/she has the duty to issue a ticket if that person doesn't have a fishing license. I'm not saying that the CO can't cut the guy some slack, but it is completely ignorant to demand that they do so. That is the job of the courts. No matter how much you think that long established laws shouldn't apply to you.

From what I've learned, I thought the Mo-skeet-o name was based on the game of trying to hit those tiny little clay pigeons.

Ooh, I had one of those Ithica Featherlights that I gave off to a grandson. Great shotgun that I used for pheasant hunting. My shotgun for deer hunting was a Remington 1100 chambered for 3" Magnum. Bought it as a goose gun, but an extra slug barrel let it do double duty. I did the almost the same thing. Buckshot followed by a tube full of slugs, even though I could have just loaded that last three rounds with birdshot because by then the deer was usually out of range and the only goal was to make him run faster!

Yikes! Just a rough estimate, but I'm sure I was in more than three hundred in half that time. It's no wonder I burned out! And in case you're wondering about how much money I'm saving. Not so much with added addiction of camping and all the gear that requires.

I find it disturbing that there are so many people around here that can tell someone doesn't have a fishing license just by looking at them. Another thing I find disturbing is when someone uses an all inclusive word such as ALL, ALWAYS, or NEVER. Such words can be used to describe yourself, but using them to include everyone (or perhaps in your case MOST) in their opinion, the writer is making an assumption that is completely unsubstantiated. The bottom line is that if you want to avoid becoming disturbed, it would be easier to explain this simple rule to the people that you think are being attacked. It also wouldn't hurt to explain to them that they should understand the subject before commenting.

Reading is fundamental. Comprehension must be a lost art! I've already said that I ALWAYS carry my fishing license in my wallet, therefore I'm not going to run into the situation you described.

Who knows, what day is it? Depending on my mood, it could be anywhere between Glenn Miller to ABBA, Roger Whitaker to Adele. But there is ALWAYS a place for a little Carlos Santana!

In 1998 I was part of a group that was heading to a fishing outpost in the northern part of Ontario. Halfway between Thessalon and Chapleau we stopped at a small grocery store/restaurant for lunch where I found a book written by George Theriault called "Trespassing in God's Country". One of the reason I purchased it was because the author's name was the same as the bush pilot who ran the resort we were headed to. We arrived at this resort later that day and when I mentioned the book, I was told that the actual author, the resort owner's father would be there that evening. I had the pleasure to spend several hours talking to this amazing gentleman. When we flew out the next morning, I knew that I would spend my time off the water that week with my nose buried into his book. This man led a real life of adventure, from the time he was a young lad growing up near Timmins, Ontario, through his establishment of a series of outposts where he would fly-in hunters and fishermen in the Chapleau area all the way up along the shores of James and Hudson Bays. He flew for the RCAF through WWII and during the post war years when the Canadian government was establishing their part of the Loran C navigation system. He also flew many people tied to the mining industries, road construction crews, and even firefighters during some of the region's biggest wildfires. If anyone wants to experience what life was like during the early to mid-20th century in the northern part of our continent I would highly recommend this book. Whether he is flying or in one of the many camps he visited, the author has the ability to describe the scene so vividly that you can actually feel like you are right there with him. This guy was an adventurer, and you have the chance to see what it was like to fly across the northern parts of Canada at a time when very few people had ever visited there.