Raider Nation Fisher

Just Like a Ghost!!!! ????

I have actually. In the past couple years, I've fished in Michigan, Ohio, Georgia, Tennessee, and once or twice in Bama. My grammar is appalling in that response. I apologize for that. I shall attempt this post again.... Sup my homie!!!! Long time no type... How yall been doing?

Greetings and Blessings fellow fisher people! I have lived like a straight up gypsy rock star the last three years. Being blessed with the ability to travel and work this country is amazing. The experiences and all that of different places. Currently I am chilling at home with my Old Lady, my 18 month old, and two of my other four boys. I figured this to be more of a relevant forum to post my introduction. Being as I've been here forever and day. I'm just a gypsy on this long wandering road. Here and there and gone again. I don't know where I'm going, but I sure know where a I've been.

Her girlfriend huh..... Hold up. You dated Chrissy and Julie too? Thats the name of my babies mama, and of my weird ex-girlfriend..... LMAO

Suburban born and raised. Discovered the ghetto and all the things it had to offer at 14 or 15. Divided my time between the two according to what I was in the mood to do once I turned 16. Moved to the country 3 years ago. Can honestly say I absolutely hate it here. I asked and begged to live in the country for the past 10 years. I Truely dislike being this far away from everything. When the local WalMart counts as where to do your "higher end" shopping, there is a serious problem. I miss the suburban and the urban environments I am accustomed too. It is quite a bit of culture shock.

He's ghosted out, like I do.

Brother, I check in from time to time. I stay busier than I have ever been in my life right now. Nothing could have ever prepared me for what life has given/blessed me with right now. I remember not too long ago being in my 20s and care free. Having what after about 2 years became a loveless/lifeless marriage. Having stayed with her for another seven years for my eldest son. Until she drank everything away, I guess I had it pretty good. Work, fishing, and women kept me away from her. I spent ALOT of time fishing and hanging out with my eldest. To my knowledge, he is still the only two year old to win a team fishing tournament. Honestly, I wouldn't give anything to be back where I was. As frustrated and beaten down as I get with my current situation. I truly love every minute of it. Even the bad times are better than what the good times used to be. Life's a trip for real. Always has been always will be I guess. I hope life is treating you well. Hopefully drama free. Keep your lines tight homie. Does this mean I can call you Grampy now? I want this. I need this. Thank ya kindly my friend. LMAO. Ain't no way I'm getting them on a sugar high.

Oddly enough I currently reside a mere 15 or 20 miles from Talladega Super Speedway.

Title says it all. My 9 year old does TaeKwanDo, I've never tried it before. However, he is good at it, boy can kick and hit like a dang beast. He is also a soccer phenom. My 7 year old is a wild child. He wants to do sports, but does not have a team mentality. As energetic as he is I have racked my brain trying to figure some form of outlet for his energy, other than fighting with our 5 year old. I believe I may have found it tonight. Wrestling. He is quite a bit stronger than he looks and really seems into it. My brother and myself started wrestling at a young age. We both wrestled through our senior years of high school. I may even take it back up myself. Heck I've dropped from a all time high of 338 lbs two years ago to a more trim 275 now. You try chasing four boys under the age of 10 as well as two girls aged 8 and 7 around and see how much better shape you get into. A change in diet, travel, and insane work hours have helped a bunch too. I honestly have no time to do much of anything unless like the past month it is "pre" outage at the plant I am currently at. Once the outage starts its 50, 60, or 70 hours a week. Then its layoff and back on the road to work 70 to 84 hours a week for two to four months. Then the cycle repeats. Anyway, back to the point and away from my rambling. The 3 year old and 5 year old are straight up energy bombs. Never have I seen kids that wired up. They bounce, run, hoot, holler, and never quit. The 3 year old at least goes to bed when sent there. The 14 year old is just straight up angsty. Really no other way to put it. A good cry fixes everything. Except when her chubby boyfriend that wears a "Beast" sweatshirt dumps her. I am a beast and know Beasts. Chubby boy ain't a beast, he's a worthless blob of teenage pudge that had best stay away from my angsty adopted daughter. Same goes for the other boys that keep sniffing around. Ain't no one got time for you young bucks trying to date this child. Go play your games else where. Anyway, that breakup took a trip to the store and chocolate and ice cream to get over. I listen when people talk, and women love chocolate and ice cream. It fixes everything. Just ask and see if I'm lying. Least it does when they are younger. Prada fixes things when they get older. But no one has time for that with a teenager. Well those are the ramblings of Raider for the evening. Y'all be safe and be good. Ill be back on at some point. Maybe tomorrow.

Seeing as I have broken hand at the current moment, I would prefer not to discuss toilet paper. A bidet would be nice though. Don't even get me started on soaps and what not. Those may have an unpleasant odor though. Lol True that. Still working out the intricacies of casting a bait caster with a muffed up hand. I mean I can cast with either hand. Reeling with my left hand doesnt work real well for me though. I love it. Hell I would fish outta that thing.

So, I was looking for a way to brighten my home and figured. Hmmmmmm. I think a coffin for a coffee table could be interesting. It meets the requirements for a table. As it is flat and you can set stuff on it. Plus it can be used to keep stuff in. Or it can be used to sleep in, as an added bonus, if I were to meet an untimely demise, I could just be rolled into it and shipped off to wherever. While browsing cyber space, in an effort to make this dream a reality, I discovered something. There is a difference between a coffin and a casket. I just thought they were different names for the same thing. I mean they are two completely different types of burial boxes. I also discovered that coffins are quite expensive. Therefore my current choice in decor is being nixed. I'm a bit bummed by this. However, I did learn something new so its not a total loss, I guess....

I got that miserable code book down pat. That's the easy part. Its the same as the journeyman test. Its the business law and business related half of the test that is going to be difficult.

Yeah it freaking did. I'm freezing my butt off today. 30 degrees in Alabama in October! Mother Nature has lost her freaking mind. No reason to bring my Raiders into this. Besides, ill be working on their new stadium this upcoming year. Making me some bank. Between there and Kentucky it shall be a very prosperous year.

"Obviously this world disappoints you." -Pinhead- Why yes. Yes it does. I find the status quo, to be horribly boring and over rated. Why should I strive for mediocrity and to, "keep up with the Jones'". When I feel that the Jones' should be trying to keep up with me? Yet, I don't want the Joneses to keep up with me. I want to be out of their league completely. I want them and the world to lust for what I have. I want that which is the unattainable. That which everyone seeks, but few attain. The lifestyle and the oppulance which was mine for the taking as a teenager. That which I passed up because I was a stupid child, that wanted to party and have no responsibilities. That opportunity is gone. It is never going to return and it is never going to be a reality. However, new doors open as old doors close. There are more ways than just one to achieve a goal. So now instead of using physical condition and talent. I now must use mental condition and prowess. To achieve, that which is considered the pinnacle, of the societal majorities view of success. All while staying true to my beliefs and code of living. To say this is a large task is a massive understatement. For I am the anti society. I am the Autmn Wind. I am the "pirate" which blows through the trees. I am the Raider. For in order to find the raider you most first be the raider. But in order to be a wealthy, well off raider. You must occasionally intermingle with and use society and the gifts you have in order to achieve that. As an electrician I am at the top of my game. As an artist, my sculptures are known from coast to coast in the construction trade. I make a decent amount of money from custom pieces and specialty pieces. My metal jewelry is not as well known, yet raises decent amounts of money for various causes that I choose to make it for. All three of these I view as success' in my life. However, its not enough. I want to try my hand at business in general. I have all the pieces except one to make this new endavour a success. That one is my Masters Liscence. There for Raider is about to begin studying, that's right studying, for the most difficult test that I have attempted. I don't know why but this test scares the hell out of me. I'm sure its in no way as bad as I make it out to be in my head. However, it is the ultimate culmination of all that I have worked for. It is my equivalent of a doctorate or masters degree, I guess describes it best. I think it may be the beginning of the end to means of that which I seek. So here begins a new journey in the saga which is the life of Bass Resources very own..... Raider the Great. I started this with a quote, and shall now end it with a quote. "If your mind can conceive it. You will achieve it. Because Normal Sucks." -Anonymous Body Builder-

ROFLMFAO!!!!!!

I know you are lurking around here somewhere...... Perhaps if I put out some Rhino bait he will show up........

LOL. I can totally see that, I feel you brother. Ive gone from preferring jacked up trucks, crawlers and boggers. To an insatiable love for motorcycles. Harleys, be they baggers, low riders, choppers, Big wheels, or just insanely customized freak bikes. They can never be too loud either. Italian and Japanese bikes fall into my realm also. I still prefer customized Harleys though. Which is something I'm learning to do in my free time. My four boys are fascinated by Harleys as well. In between begging to go to bass pro shop and to the local Harley stores, they dont get to go to bike shops yet, I'm pretty much surrounded by outdoors and bikes.

You know he has. Either that or something is terribly wrong with him.

ROFLMFAO!!!!!!!! That may be one of the most awesome cars ever. I love that body kit! LOL

Redline I think someone stole your car. I found it for ya though. I am curios as to how you fit your fishing gear in there though.

I just don't get it. Why did he have to go. Why the hell was he taken from all us. This man would give you the shirt off his back if you asked him too. He would do anything for a brother in need. Why the hell did he have to go so soon!!! Why did he have to be taken from us? He was retiring in less than a year. I only knew him for less than a year, and he touched my life in an amazing way. Between him and Old Man I learned so much about what brotherhood means. About what it means to do what we do, and why we do it. The two of them took me under their wings and taught me so much. He and old man were two of my best friends. At least I still have old man around I guess. I'm sorry for rambling. Thanks for the kind words and thoughts.

My brother outta Virginia was found dead this morning. My other brother went to wake him up this am. He woke up for a few minutes then was dead when he went back to make sure he was up 15 minutes later. They were headed to see his daughter today then headed out to California. This was their last run. They were retiring next summer. Brother was sitting next to me drinking, smoking, and chilling Friday night. We had a blast walking around the drags. Enjoying the sights and sounds. 62 and was running around like a kid out there. We had an absolute blast. He bailed on us yesterday when we all went and hung out. Now he's gone. My other brother that was staying with him is torn apart, these two have known each other since they were kids. Theyve been running the roads together for 40 plus years. His hurt is so much worse than mine. Please send prayers to him and both their families. So, I guess all I can say is, brother you will be missed. You ain't deserve this. I hope you ain't hurt when you went out. You will live forever now brother. You will never hurt again. I miss you brother. You were one of the few people that I viewed as my brother. Brother we gonna hold it down for you. We will meet again one day. Brother you running those golden streets now. Your memory will be eternal. Why'd you have to leave us so soon. Well, be good my brother. Ill see you on the other side. Ride hard and Live free forever brother. Until we meet again. In Brotherhood we trust.

They are pierced. Probably my all time favorite piercing. It was quite euphoric actually. I truly enjoyed the experience of it. Very little pain at all. Much less then having had my septum done or when I did a triple labret. I keep very few of my piercings for longer than a week or two. Its all about the experience of it, at least for me it is. Plus you get a awesome story to tell about it. The only ones I have kept are my ears, cause I do feel naked without them. Always have been that way since I first had them pierced. My tongue, cause it hurt like the devil. So it was stretched to a 2gauge so as to never completely close up. It stays right at a fourteen gauge now, regardless of how often or little I wear it. So I won on that one. My nipples cause, well they are my favorite piercing of all time.They are my trophy piercings so to speak. The ancient Romans used to do theirs as well. It was a sign of manhood. There are even sources that say they were also used to hold their togas in place. How much truth there is to the toga story I have no clue. I haven't researched into that aspect yet. There are many more essays and articles on the subject to read on. It is one of the longest lasting and continually done piercing in modern times. 16th century onword. With the exception of newer (rediscovered) ear trends, implants, and below the belt (which will never happen). I'm honestly just not interested in most any of them. I have pretty much had everything above the belt pierced at least once. Some were done and redone at different times. It is a weird obsession I have. Probably need to continue this via msg. I'm pretty sure the forum at large is not going to approve of my piercing ramblings. However, if they only knew how handy piercings are for holding fishing lures while retying or just to keep the lure out of the way. P.S. you have not seen terrified until you stroll up from under the water in a lake or pond with a barbless crank bait sticking through a labret piercing while your buddy holds a fishing pole and screams I got one I got one. People straight up freaked out and ran.

Not as of yet. I have had a slow tattoo year. I'm getting ready to get two possibly three tattoos before the year is out. My arm needs more art work! I can't expand to my chest until I get this sleeve finished. Never in the history of tattooing has a sleeve been drug out for this long. Its all on me though. I also plan on getting an industrial in each ear before the year is out. I've always wanted them I've just never gotten around to it yet. I've never had the cartridge in my ears pierced so I'm a bit curious to what its going to feel like. I figure it will either hurt like hell or it will kick an adrenaline high. I'm seriously thinking more of the first than the second. Repositioning jewelry and to a much larger extent a needle in a fresh piercing never feels good. Plus my wife is not helpful i this at all. Her definition of pain and mine are completely different. Get your tongue pierced she says. It doesn't hurt at all she says. Ummmmmm. Wrong. The needle didn't hurt at all. Those stupid hemastats hurt like all get out though. Good lord those hemastats were horrible. So yeah little miss, "I may have been imbibing at the time, so I don't really remember", is not allowed to advise on piercings anymore.

I'm not even falling into this trap.... I'm pretty sure she checks up on me here......