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I REFUSE to step ONE bubblegumming FOOT in AUS until they get their current Orwellian tyranny in check!Is this instead of your yearly to Australia? Are you going to do a pig hunt?
Sounds like fun! Not having to wear the face rag sound real good!
Lake Powell, Arizona?Yeah, me neither. I really miss occasional visits to the wide open of the desert. I don't want it permanently, but miss it. Our spring trips for years were to Lake Powel. Fishing, rock hounding. General sight seeing driving on roads that weren't even paved at the time, and very few people around.
The must have been nice.We fished those brookies too in small natural lakes and beaver damned creeks in The High Uinta's of Utah.
Lake Powell UTAH! Bullfrog Basin. Our very first visits were to Hite Crossing, before the lake was filled. No power at Hite other than the generator that ran the small store and ONE light on a pole in the camp ground. We didn't have spring break where I went to school. The folks and my younger brother go down to Bullfrog a week before Easter to get a site for our small trailer. Cold nights and warm days. The place would fill up to overflowing by Friday night before Easter. One year a group of the popular chicks from my high school happened to be there tenting. We were nice kids, still virgins. I wasn't popular with that crowd. One of the gals was a real popular beauty, cheerleader, who happened to be my table partner in biology class. She was one of the nicest ever of those popular gals. ( Good lord man. This sounds made up! ) I remember being in that little tent with three or four of them smoking weed. I was never a good weed smoker. Never liked it but did it anyway. We also took our Honda 90s with us and I'd ride all over the place, on the red rock, dirt roads. Dad and I would carry the hondas in the back of the Econoline up away from the camp ground and strike out gathering chunks of petrified wood. Some up to 40-50 lbs.Lake Powell, Arizona?
A bunch of the Pomona H.S. kids used to go there for Easter vacay. Always came back burnt. I wanted to go with, but my parents vetoed. Then one of the kids dove off some rocks head first and became a quadraplegic (sp)... that ended my hopes for sure. Finally got to check it out when we were snowbirding in Quartzsite, but by then it was highly populated and commercialized.
After I graduated H.S., I used to go with two friends to camp/fish/ski at Lake Mead. They had water in the lake back then. Great bass/crappie fishing and mudcats overnight made good morning bkfst. Hot!!! One time it was 125F and water skiing was like a blast furnace on ya. Then there was the Sidewinders at night if you went very far to pizz, and scorpions under every rock... even in my pants that I was going to put on one morning... started sleeping in the boat instead of sleeping in the open (no tent).
Fun times!!!
The must have been nice.
Are they bare or forested?
What gear did you use? Spinning or fly rod? What lures/flies?
Dang, my mind is just not working well nowadays!!! (Will send you a PM)Lake Powell UTAH!
I was in the nerd strata of H.S., ... I wanted to be one of the "cool" kids, but just wasn't. Not a jock, not a "socsh", not one of the outlaws either... just a kid with an above avg IQ and an A+ grade point.We were nice kids, still virgins. I wasn't popular with that crowd. One of the gals was a real popular beauty, cheerleader,
The middle brother got me smoking weed. I liked it for about the first 1/2hr, then the muscle cramps, itching, and paranoia would start. Hungry and horny... then real damn sleepy. My best friend was a hash smoker... that was quite an experience. (Dang, now I got Jimi Hendrix in my head... "Are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? Well, I have."I was never a good weed smoker. Never liked it but did it anyway.
NICE!!!Loved the fishing too. A little 12' aluminum boat was carried on top of the van. And a 7.5 Eska to hang on it. Salad plate sized crappie, and decent bass.
I used to use worms on the bottom at Morgan Lake, until a guy showed me how to catch bigger trout there using Power Bait and a slip sinker. It's not active fishing but sometimes I like to just sit on the bank, drink covfefe, and jaw with a friend. I haven't gone in a long time... cost of a license, the wife having dementia, and my fishing buddy getting all leftist political and not keeping his mouth shut as I requested... we are no longer friends.We just used "garden hackle" for the brookies. A sliding clear bubble filled with water, if it was snaggy. Or a sliding sinker if not. With worm, and a marshmallow to keep it off the bottom.
That's what I liked about backpacking... fish always taste better in the wild!!!!Sometimes we'd build a small fire on the lakeshore and with some wire we carried wrap a small fish on a stick and cook it over the fire.
Yep.I feel so lucky to have been able to run so free and see so much.
Mike, we are getting of an age when that is happening to our friends more and more. But I do remember a VERY nice H.S. gal that died in Pomona when her convertible went into a construction ditch for a big pipeline, flipped over, and the windshield smashed her neck against the pipeline. Bummer. Fortunately we didn't lose too many friends that way. But I lost one of my best friends to religion in H.S., then throat cancer just after graduation.That cheer leader gal died in a jeep rollover, with a bunch of party guys/gals, at "The Widow Maker" hill climb just after school let out in our senior year.
Don't tell me that, you're just encouraging me!Only the good die young... the azzholes and miscreants always seem to be bulletproof!
Remember though, the big island of Hawaii, the largest island in the chain, is approximately the same size as Douglas County, both in population and square miles.True, but 4.2% of Texas is more land than Connecticut, Delaware and Rhode Island combined, and more land than Hawaii, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire or New Jersey. It's also more public land area than most other states.
Only the good die young... the azzholes and miscreants always seem to be bulletproof!
Mike, WE've already been here a long time.
I think you claiming WE'RE going to be here a long time? I'm not sure if that's a good thing?
In the middle of than long mess I wrote I went in and dug yearbooks out. '71-'73. There are 2-4 kids memorials in the back couple pages. Most of the names i knew of and/or remember the person. I might be luck, I had very few close friends IN high school. And only one, after and still friends. I'm surprised to hear through a grape vine of how many kids I went to school with have passed before they even reached 65.
I wear that as a badge of honor! I figure the longer I live while still being mobile makes my chances better for going quick and relatively painless. When that time comes.We talk about the OLD FOLKS... now that is US!!!
when I was diagnosed with diabetes in my 50s... the doc warned me that I have longevity in my family (dad was 85 when he died, and mom just turned 97), so I would live with the effects/disabilities for a long time. Has turned out to be too true.I wear that as a badge of honor! I figure the longer I live while still being mobile makes my chances better for going quick and relatively painless. When that time comes.
We've done that here in oregon and we still have wild pigs here. We are never gonna get rid of all of themTexas does not want to get rid of their feral hogs, its like a billion dollar industry.
If they truly wanted to get rid of them theyd prohibit profit hunting from them like they have in Oregon.
Invasive species how do they work ?We've done that here in oregon and we still have wild pigs here. We are never gonna get rid of all of them
Good luck finding them...We've done that here in oregon and we still have wild pigs here. We are never gonna get rid of all of them
And Californians.Yes they are a invasive species just like nutria or starlings. The wolves should also be considered invasive species in my opinion...