Tap, have you checked your family tree? I think you and Corker have got some of the same genes. Both of you are fishing maniac's.:DQuote:
Originally Posted by TapOut64
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Tap, have you checked your family tree? I think you and Corker have got some of the same genes. Both of you are fishing maniac's.:DQuote:
Originally Posted by TapOut64
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Originally Posted by Doodlum
Pretty close Dood. I am trying to figger out how to detonate the C4 on the Corkmobile remote-controlled so I can trigger it just when his choo choo disappears inside and he is putting the keys in the ignition.
I cant even find it in me to say nice fish, good trip, attaboy.......there is just something ya gotta hate about a guy fishin out yur private reserves.
The guy is retired fer crissake and could take that gas & minnow money and just go to WalMart and buy himself some tilapia fillets and leave some sustanance in the water for us locals to dine on. I was just yesterday going thru my 3 lb coffee can of drill bits and caught myself fantasizing about a cordless drill and the bottom of his boat. If there is indeed a bottom. I think someone did a good job of stretching out a BFI dumpster and thats what he is floating around in. The man was audibly shaken a cpl weeks ago when we spoke, he had 2 of the 11 trolling motors in for repairs and was having an outta-body experience over it. They oughta build a power tower next to his place and drop a 440 leg down to a transformer to charge up all the batteries.
Just about the time I was gettin ready to really hate him you ruined it Doodle. That cell phone conversation you had on Wasabis boat the day we jerked herring on the James telling yur friend that we "are fishing at the sewer plant" had him sittin back there with his choo choo bobbing around which caught my attention. He was half asleep and in the middle of tieing 13 new secret weapons on when that evidently registered with him, the guy tried like heck to make it inaudible but was choking he was laughin so hard.
I had the rare opportunity to witness true hysteria in real time watching him. Then our eyes met, and we had both just heard the same thing, it was a priceless moment.
Dood, I am having a crisis here and I know you are techno-savvy. How in the heck do I punch in autopilot #s on my posthole digger? I musta lost the instruction manual. It is one of them 2 handle models and thought it was state of the art upon purchase many years ago, but the thing gives me fits every time I operate it.
WTG Coker! I did the NC Offshore thing Weds. Took an *** woopin but caught some fish. Last Sat we found about the same in Diascund as yourself. If I don;t go back to NC this weekend I will give the old mud hole a try again... Leave a few would ya?
What did ya catch offshore jfish? We are going down Friday for some offshore fishing for the next 10 days. Holler if you're down there this weekend.Quote:
Originally Posted by jfish
Beech, beech, beech---Unlike "The Ramp", the CorkDragger spends most of it's time in the water. A finely tuned fishing machine, the Dragger takes on the appearance & aroma of success. (BTW, it's not too late to tow The Ramp up to Whitetop, VA for the annual festival--it's this weekend!)Quote:
Originally Posted by horseshoer
Perhaps 11 motors is a bit much, but one or two are scheduled to become structure in the weeks ahead & a couple others had better shape up or they're going down for the count too. (Does Wells offer preferred customer accounts to everyone, or is it just me?)
I used to fish with a single motor & told myself that if it failed I could always get someone to pull me in or beach the boat and go bang on the door of the nearest house. As I move deeper into your private reserves, I'm finding places where no one else goes--there are no houses--and on occasion I hear banjos. And those houses are no longer hospitable! Those the banks haven't foreclosed have an array of Claymores at the ends of their illegal docks--assuming a stranger in trouble made it past the packs of wolves that run freely on each property.
Check the State Highway Dept. web site for autopilot information. They use them on road crew shovels, so there must be a model that fits posthole diggers too.
Man you are invading my tender senses now. I may go along with the smell, but not the appearance. You only wish you had a fish-catchin crate like my Onion, and are jealous.
I just had a nice conversation will my former neighbor real estate broker who now hangs his hat in Hatterus amid the condos he has built there. He is the dude gave me a key to access the upper end of Diascund and I mean upper. He asked if I had any friends if I wanted to take with me chapperoned it was okay. I told him I have no friends but that is susceptable to amendment. Its a beautiful day down here 3.2 miles from the Diascund ramp but a bit on the windy side. I like to think positive and have been sittin out on the steps naked letting my nutsack air out. Found 2 wood ticks and an unspecified creepy crawler I discarded. Thank God I kept a tight lip and dint say nuthin or post pics of the citation crew I ran into recently or you would be knockin on my door and having to excuse yurself from the table outta embarrassment at not having enuf gut to choke down the flip side of a 16 inch fillet. Yep, ol Shoe keeps it on the QT and doesnt brag on his 10 inchers that he makes citations outta with the assistance of a fish stretcher.
Wheres the party at this weekend? I dint catch ya. I am always up for a party. I have an extra length of this TexTuff roofin panelling, and am in the process of mounting a spar on The Onion to make her AC/DC and have sailing capabilities. I just dont know the lingo to shout out at the crew. "Man the bastards you pinions", or "Scale the fo'castle,
beyotches." What kinda party we talkin here? Is smoke dopery allowed? Can we lasoo wild girls from horseback? I aint lookin for a mediocre time, I'm all for the gusto. PanMan
PMed me and said he aint never rode a horse but is in a mood that if he is placed upon one and given a rope he will head if I heel. You cant argue with willpower & determination and I have no doubt he will be the best ropin partner I have ever had, albeit it costs him a marriage. I sense a ferocity in him that overcomes any infamiliarities with the sport. Sheer drive will make him excel with no coaching or wordz of wizdom on my part. I can hear it now at the Nat'l Finals Rodeo come Dec. in the Thomas & Mack Arena on the UNLV campus: "Comin outta chute #4, riding a bugeyed swaybacked, used-to-be horse its Keith X looped up on decompressants heading the calf, and El Jeffy trying not to break the barrier but wigged out on sumthin. Here they go. The calf has broke past the flag, both riders are tracking it with Keith swinging his rope-he plants it firmly with a good dally on both horns. He turns the calf for El Jeffy to make the heel shot. Kawabunga, both legs, and calf stretched out and flags down in 2.1 seconds."
Me and Pan handle the Papparazi and network interviews and finally get back to the bizness of suckering change runners to sell us rolls of nickels while we play the one-arm bandits at Sams Town and drink for free, waiting for that $.99 breakfast buffet to open up at 6 A.M. at Benny Binions Horseshoe Club. Pan is spendthrift but bet he goes to the Western Emporium at Sams Town and buys him one of those 5X beaver felt hats with the Aussie slouch front end. And a duster, full lengthy. So what if prostitution is legal in Nevada, this does not mean it is okay for him to leave spur marks on hookers. He will have to succumb to an identity thing when fans all want him to go by "Rope" Davis. Yes, we will travel the country from side to side, paying our entry fees into the best rodeos,
living on Slim Jims and cheap paltry sex. Thats paltry, not poultry.
Then our illustrious career together as team ropers suddenly comes to an abrupt end. Pan has contracted hemmoroids and can no longer sit a saddle. Trying to salvage a prosperous career, we have contacted the best butt prong doctors in the world but Pan's condition is acute. Our roping days are over. You cant ever replace a teamate that has cow-savvy like that. You will never find another one who senses & knows how you will loop that calf and present the hinds for you to drop a loop under, lettem step into, and jerk the slack. This was when PanMan and I got into bullriding. It took care of his hemmorhoids 1st trip outta the chute. He said he "inhaled them", and they havent reappeared since. Unfortunately, years together on the road took their toll. I was doing a bed check on our horses one night and came back to the motel to find Pan in a compromising position with a rodeo clown. In a barrel. Him and I both went on to marry each others' ex-wives and we mended our fences. I am happy to state that although I consider Pan a good friend, close confidant, and moderator extroadinaire, the feeling of friendship has waned since he wont share his ol lady with me.
nice job
Crappie12 check your PM..
Not much troll action but plenty of Tiles. Hey! it help with that skunk smell and saves the day..
Nice pics corker... Congrats on the catch!
Blake