Thread: Short and sweet.

1953

Yes I was mad, and I think understandably so. I acknowledge and am surprised by and kinda taken back by the feedback. I feel guilty in a way cuz as stated before I might make someone miserable by length or content of posts, but I was fed up, and felt like this was the only last-ditch means to squash this. I am sorry cuz I know it was kinda ugly but yet I was feeling outta options. I guess in my frustration I failed to mention a cpl things that were unknown factors to readers. The calls came and I did not lash out at the time but dropped a cpl subtle hints suggestive that 0515 hrs to hash out the virtues of rosy reds over shiners might be seen as outta line in my life. I presented myself to the perps at the time in a most friendly (probly too-manicured and with manners) to as it turned out, get the hint picked up on.
When the 2nd & 3rd calls at the same hrs from both came thru I again, trying to be nice, and fearful of jumping off the gun too fast was again nice with hints left that a blindman could read. Never once cussed, raised my voiced, intimidated or insinuated anything. Truly. I felt at the time, and still do, above & beyond the call of duty considering the circumstances. One perp bugged out, took the hint. I have no doubt he ever seen it or looked at it as anything outta order, and I hope since this is kept so far a private thing and nobody will ever know we remain on speaking terms and fish together again. The other perp I feel the same about now that 3 days without a 0515 rap session are hopefully over, but dang get some snap man, I could not have laid it out plainer, and cant believe you are so dense and therefore really pissed that the deduction led me to forced to think inconsiderate. regardless the cause or thinking, the effect was the same, and not gonna happen any longer.
This whole thing led me to a place where I finally posted the thread in hopes of either exposing you as a mannerless local forum member, or one who has crossed the line and has now thought their kicks in life now involved disrupting my household. Neither of which dog hunts in my hizzle.
I anticipated the call to air you out as some asked for, and this is hopefully an after-the-fact statement to you. For one, I feel the need to threat to drag yur name into this, although a very real option, and still a viable solution, was only a means to an end after I had exhausted all the common-sense and personal requests for you to stop it. Some have said something to the effect of me letting someone get to me or get my goat. let them field a field a few 0530 calls when their family is asleep, the telemarketers are asleep, and you are not aroused outta bed by the phone but freaked out cuz you think something bad has happened. 0530 is not a reasonable hr for casual conversation in my book and be it narrow-minded, I dont think it is in many peoples books.
I also felt & sensed, and feared while posting that the theme of the thing would be that I was so caught up in myself and being something so fickle as being a Shoer on a website that I would be seen as having eaten too many oats and being fulla myself and I cant tell ya all enuf that aint the case. But it still did not change that the perceived (how else do ya see em, after being nice twice and pretty nice another time?) I called and tried make this a personal understanding, pleading my case, in person, trying to avoid any ruckus on our forum, but to no avail as it turned out 2 days later.
I really hate most of all that this come across that I am the type who thinks they are a legend in their own mind, my time is more sacred or more important than the other folks, or have gotten finicky in my ways. I think I said it originally in this thread but I hope I am never misunderstanded or my ways are misleading which I know varies from interpretation, I am also not under any misconception that my stance on this has any meaning or makes any kind of sway here on the net or when those met here I fish with, or anybody else I brush arms with. I am only probly too much, in too many words, being way too sarcastic only being myself. No ulterior motives or trying to be most agreed with, or most popular, or for crissake, anything like that. I talk trash, am non-fishing-related, pick apart 12, and still wanna date with Tap in the Cage of Death. That is all going on here. I cant help stuff like
Daytons' height (or lack of), the Artist Formerly Known As Squirrel Humper taking offense to him using Pete as a strike indicator as he is taking a slobber nap after a long night. I will not accept the responsibilty of Corkers boat hygiene and trolling motor fetish. A shovel would be a good choice if you go into his craft and wanna see where the bottom is, and if, indeed it has a floor. We spoke today, he is a hurting brother. 2 of his 17 trolling motors are in the shop under repair, and he is acting freaky, like a junkie without a full constant dose.
Before I fergit. Some of ya kinda called for an airing out of a name. Never what I had in mind, and I coulda or can deal with it otherwise. I will join in and jokingly slam each & every one in a passing way on a boat as we all harmlesslessly speculate as to the honor of fellow members, quirks, ways, etc, but I thought the direction of what i felt the post necessitated had nuthin to do with my trust anyones ability to keep a secret, or become a gossip thing incognito. I simply posted it to try make it end.
Company snitch is not my style.
Let the culprit call again like that and I will post it in bold print, largest text. there's a fine dividing line, but I hate to ever once start having to cure stuff like this by having to lower myself to stool pigeon tactics.
Back onto snitching about members...
Oh, backtrack...that 2nd back-up post by me about 400 5" fish, clickers, fly-spidering:
Strictly anger & frustration. A means to blow off smoke that the early-morning calls fueled. And the part about users parking over all my top-secret holes: strictly said outta frustration. Nobody with a lick of sense would actually believe I have indeed taken them to the Holy Grail. No, indeed.....if you are so gullible that you have misjudged me by thinking I would ever take you there if I knew where it was myself, you obviously have fallen victim to my proclamations of expertise about the location and just figgered it was a bad day. Ask Dayton. I will go far beyond the call of normal duty to take you on a trip where only alien abductions have been around trophy fish before.
I sure wish Sedge could read this, if he hasnt had the good sense to stop reading if he ever started long before this and made Hazel a Happy Girl, he is no doubt trying to guage the oil temp of the skillet he fries grits in by hawking a splatter of Days of Work chew spittle into the pan to see if its ready to cook supper in. He could get a better grip on the finer points of frying grits in Red Man if he'd get control of his noggin spinning around in a counterclockwise Linda Blair remake from a lifetime of nascar addiction.
I feel bad about telling him it was just too big a drive to help him hump the wash machine off the deck of his trailer and help position it smack dab in the center of the trampoline he covers his fleet of yard decor VW busses in.
I must go. And sorry as heck about this.