Another Crappy Day in Paradise..... Do it Again.

[oldhaole]

Out of the Blue.....

Out of the Blue.....

Geez Joesy... You know it, I know it. Progress is a sham. And I don't do change well either

To be honest, I'd like to grab my partner, pull the quad out of mothballs, grab a box of road flares on a windy Sunday and put this poor fucker out of it's misery. That's right, burn it all. One time. Instead of watching it slowly die, one shot to the back of the head and we're done.

My my, hey hey
Rock and roll is here to stay
It's better to burn out
Than to fade away
My my, hey hey...

It's ironic. My father predicted the demise of Sugar some twenty years back. He said sugar would die long before him. I predicted that it would outlast me. Neither of us were right. Both of us agreed that whenever it left, chances are we won't be too far behind. He made plans, that I inherited. I won't be here to watch Maui turn into O'ahu.

Sure, they are looking for all and any crop to plant there that will allow them to keep control of the water. The one problem is that there isn't one. There is plenty of fallow land here, but nothing that will bring in the jobs and money sugar did.

Yes Kalo, hemp is one of those crops. HC&S has said they were not interested. After they were shut down, I doubt a petition from the same group against them a few months back is gonna carry much weight. Personally, I wish they would plant the shit out of it. I'm upwind and too far away for it to affect me, but the town that killed Sugar, Kihei, is directly downwind from where the hemp will be grown. They would never see an unseeded bud and it would serve them right. That would be some instant Karma.

Out of the blue and into the black.
They give you this, but you pay for that.
And once you're gone, you can never come back.
When you're out of the blue and into the black.

Enough of my little eulogy. We have us some great dope growing weather! Five days of sun, two days of light rain, rinse, repeat. I love this El Nino shit! The island is going into a full on drought, and after four wet years there is plenty of dry crap that just wants to burn. A while back we had a fire, a big one, on the backside of the Haleakala. That sucker keeps relighting way up the hill on every windy day, so the choppers have been busy putting it out everytime it flares up.

Those choppers that are hauling water are the same one that fly Green Harvest. There is no giant stash of choppers here, so if this keeps up, they are gonna have to limit the hours they fly GH, because those choppers are gonna have to head over to Honolulu to be inspected after all the hours they have been putting on them.

That would be a shame.

The king is gone, but he's not forgotten.
This is the story of a Johnny Rotten
It's better to burn out than than it is to rust.
The king is gone but he's not forgotten.

The garden is stuffed to the gills. No pictures will be shown, what I am doing here.... you don't need to see. Instead of freaking out when the dogs caught the thief, and taking everything ready and excessive, I let the gulch go ten more days. Today, before the rain fell the first plants were harvest there.

Turns out the dogs got a third dude. Not Baby Huey, or Sidekick. It took awhile for everything to come out in the wash, but you don't hide sixty stitches and a night in the Emergency Room for too long on an island.

So I should have my garden back. Gotta say, planting for more than me was starting to get on my nerves. Who knows, if I ever get a free day, I can now go fishing. Like the past back half of the El Nino years, the fish seem to be coming up early, like now!

Hey hey, my my.
Rock and roll will never die.
There's more to the picture than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.

 

[Arthritis_sucks]

Fishing!?!? Now your talking my language.

 

[Rusty Trichome]

Looks like it'll take me a while to catch up on reading. Love your stuff.

 

[Casper808]

Did I hear fishing....

 

[Greyskull]

I'm down for a night on the rocks...

 

[oldhaole]

"What do you think?" she asked.

"It tastes like soap" I replied. "Really nasty soap".

"But will it get you high? Can I give it to my people?"

"Yea, you can give it to them, but they won't be happy. Sure, free soap. It'll get them high, but it ain't gonna make you any friends. Ya get what ya pay for." By this point I was just hoping she would drop it, but we all know women simply don't work that way.

"I want to try it" she proclaims. "It can't be that bad."

Cut here.

I hate to be the one that sets her straight, but yes, yes it CAN be that bad. I know, I made it. Against my better judgement I even tried it. It was nasty. But then again, when you find a few ounces of what three years ago was pretty damn good weed in the back of the freezer, that doesn't mean today it's gonna be any good.

So, after listening to a week of her whining, I said "Fuck it. Blast it."

What's the worst that can happen? Waste some perfectly good butane? Why not?

I do the deed, and to my amazement it waxes right up! Should have quit while I was ahead. I tried it. Not good. Soap. It even tainted my bong, which if you have ever seen, you will know that is next to impossible to do. But it did.

Now wifey wants to try it.

Wifey never tried a real dab before in her life, now here she is, putting me in charge. This, boys and girls, is something I've always wanted to do. You know I'm gonna hear about this come tomorrow. Let's put her down. At very least I'd like a little peace tonight. Maybe fire off a post without the constant Naanaanaa in my ear.

Small dab, red hot bowl in the nasty bong, she followed instructions to the letter, now she is asleep, before the sun went down. Her last words were, "I am so stoned, but it tastes like shit. Goodnight".

Welcome to another day in the salt mines. Nobody ever listens. That's OK. I just ate her dinner. She told me I could, or at least it the "mrrff" sounded like she said OK when I asked.

Either way, at least I'm full.

Sometimes life just sucks. The morning after the last post, where I only whispered 'fishing', on the early coffee run I go and see this.

There is no god.

There remains two, no three things holding me back. The first fact is we have no bait. I may remedy that on my next O'ahu trip. I'll search the fish markets there, and haul it back.

The next thing holding me back is I have a pile waiting for me to cut. You know how I work. I'll take every sunny day I can get, and it has been pretty nice the past few weeks. That looks to change soon, a mid latitude front with some punch looks to be forming on the dateline. Sould be here mid week. The day before that rain I'm gonna take everything pushed, so after that, we should be looking at full on plants in veg and some free time.

Even with the rips done, I ain't gonna leave here with a pile ready and just wifey watching the garden. Get it cleaned up, then I can disappear. Fishing can not be done correctly if there is a pile of worries sitting, waiting on your return.

The third thing, money will fix. Gotta put new line in the reels and buy new equipment. Gotta bribe wifey too. As long as she is unhappy, her jinx will follow us. Like the vast majority of women, money makes her happy. Go figure. Can't knock her for that. Makes me happy too.

Out in the garden..... Oh god!

The way I look at it, if you can look out at far too many plants, and think to yourself. "Sweet Jubuz! What have I done?" Your doing something right. Using that thought as our yardstick, this year is going real good. And it's just started. We're nowhere to the real meat yet.

I know I'm jinxing myself, but so far this year has been perfect.

Perfect. That's a good word. It doesn't appear often, and when it does, it is something you are fruitlessly trying to obtain, something you are trying to reach for, not the here and now.

Yet, here we are. Now. Batting 100%. No, scratch that. More like 98%. That fucker got two young babies before the dogs got him, so we ain't quite perfect. Still, we're close. If perfection can ever be obtained, this will be the year. And should things unfold that way, there would be a certain balance about the whole thing. The worst year, followed by the best. That in itself makes sense.

Afterall, you don't know beauty until you've locked eyes with ugly.

 

[oldhaole]

The past few days have been crazy.

It looks like with all the kids on spring break, the little monsters have some free time to make trouble. A few days ago they hit a friend. Yesterday they went after my partners neighbors plants. He wasn't home, but my partner was, his dogs went off, like me a few months back he gave chase, but again the getaway car swooped in to rescue them at the last moment off the road. He got a look at the plates, and they dropped a machette, both of which were given to the cops. Now we'll see if the police give a shit.

My partner is nothing like me. Way more proactive. Knows everybody. By now there are 20 people looking for that car. By next week there will be 50. Unless they take that car out to the cane and burn it, he'll find it. Give him two weeks.

So, which is worse? Cops or crazy animal? Give us some time, and we'll have an answer to that question.

Strangely enough, I have been left alone. Put some stitches in them, better yet, get your dogs to do the messy work, and you fall right off the radar.

Today it rained. Yesterday I harvested. The garden is almost back to reasonable. Key word is ALMOST. There are only five left to take probably within the next week if the winds die down and we get our normal rain. Then we built a break into the schedule for fishing.

The same hoodlums that are stealing our plants are infesting our fishing spots. This fuckin' Spring Break. Shit should never be allowed to happen. Once those little truants go back to school, the old fucks can take the rocks back. One of the little bastards picked himself up a 102 lb ulua from the backside last weekend. Fucker! Punk stole the fish I was gonna catch next week!

Bait turned out to be a not so big problem. Stuffed my suitcase on O'ahu and hauled it back to my freezer, where it now sits. One problem down.

Within the week, the garden should be replanted, so should the rips visit when I'm gone there is nothing worth taking. The dogs will stay here too. Second problem down.

Last thing left to do is grab equipment and change the line in the reels, but before I do that, I want to really backlash the shit out of that line. Get my money out of it. I think it's time to teach Casper and Greyskull how to cast poles! That way, unlike the last few times, they can do all the work, and I can stay fresh to fight the fish. You know, supervise. Like the sound of that.

 

[Casper808]

Aloha...enjoyed da night on da rocks.time to keep an eye out for GH,if not mistaken April 1 st is usually da start.lets communicate what we all see,and help each other out......shoooooootz

 

[Dirtboy808]

Get any bites? Here is one I never had long time Widows lol

 

[oldhaole]

Get any bites? Here is one I never had long time Widows lol
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The fine print.... it'll bite you every time.

The last trip was doomed, destined for failure, but at the time I wasn't even aware that something was amiss.

It's my own fault. Since I never gave him the fine print, he was unaware that some things you NEVER take fishing. Of course the 16 year old kid that never had done this before, spotted the offending object and pointed it out, obviously someone, not me, had read him the fine print.

I tried to shake it. Of course, the offending object was quickly cremated. Ti leaves were sacrificed also in the fire, to remove the taint of the taint, but it was all for naught. Some things can't be shaken.

In the morning, it looked like the bait hadn't even been touched. Everything came back. Even the baitstealers left us alone. Betcha if the fish had hands, they would have taken the bait off the hooks and waited until we got close, then tossed back it at us.

Ya know, should I have bothered with the fine print, it would have read;

Never bring bananas, of even banana, singular, on a fishing trip.

Someone did, I ain't gonna say who, but they didn't know any better, and his wife is a wonderful cook who took the time to pack up a nice spread of leftovers. The gesture was appreciated, next time hold the bananas.

That said, redemption awaits tomorrow.

Private land. You know, a gate, a lock and a key, The non banana slinger of our little trio wrangled himself an invitation to fish on private land tomorrow. He gets to take baggage, namely me! Having bait in the freezer has it's advantages.

Another advantage of private land is that it usually isn't fished out of small game. So, who knows, dinner is a possibility. That said, we'll take another crack at this tomorrow night, leaving the bananas home.

DB.... What's old is new again. I know more than one person running that here too.

 

[Casper808]

Let's get em tonight.........db I get one widow in my garden too,still like try da Casper og.......alohaz

 

[HorseMouth]

May I please have the background story of why you never take a banana on a fishing trip. Is it only on the open ocean, or surf casting or fly fishing on a river, lake fishing for sally small smallmouth, or for Larry.

Been fishing since I was 4. Never have I heard that a Banana was an offending object.

Peace

 

[oldhaole]

Bad Style.....

Bad Style.....

That didn't work.

It's only happened once before. Long before wifey. Thirty or so years ago. That time the car broke down, by the time it was fixed dark had come. Fishing was out, but Mom and Dad had dinner, so I stayed and ate. About 10 I got home, walked into my house and found my girlfriend fucking some dude in our bed. That in itself was kinda upsetting, but what really pissed me off was she has bought all the stuff for breakfast in bed next morning. Bitch never cooked me breakfast in bed.

At least all was good when I got home this afternoon. Wifey looked like she saw a ghost, she thought I had hurt myself.... again.

In the 24 years we have been together it has never happened. Many times I never came home, the fish were biting, so wifey got a call. But she has never seen me come home early. Until today. Today got ugly.

It turns out the offer to fish the private land evaporated this morning about 10 AM. Instead of telling me what happened at 10:01 AM, where maybe I could have hauled out and grabbed a spot, I wasn't informed until the truck was loaded, on the road, making the turn for the backside @ 3 PM. I should have known something wasn't right when you invited your buddy along, after I told Grey, "Sorry Dude, you can't come. It's private land" earlier in the morning.

Even then, you could have told me. But you waited, until I pried it out of you.... on the road. From front row center, directly to SRO. You acted like it was no big deal. And we're showing up in the top of the second, so there is no room. Well, not totally true. I know where Bobbys Point is. It was open. But I wasn't willing to take a beating after getting shim shammed. There were a couple of places open, but the feeling was gone. I fish with my friends, and my friends tell me what is happening as it happens, the last thing they do is run a con to get me to haul people I don't know out to the rocks.

Needless to say, I'm pissed. Wifey was not happy when I said I had access to private land and it was too damn bad I wouldn't be home. But here I am. I got those rock spikes from a friend of a friend, said I'd catch him some Menpachi, hope he like stories, because that is what he's gonna get. Ran around needlessly all fuckin' morning long, while you knew all the time it was a wash.

I call that Bad Style.

 

[Grizz]

That didn't work.

It's only happened once before. Long before wifey. Thirty or so years ago. That time the car broke down, by the time it was fixed dark had come. Fishing was out, but Mom and Dad had dinner, so I stayed and ate. About 10 I got home, walked into my house and found my girlfriend fucking some dude in our bed. That in itself was kinda upsetting, but what really pissed me off was she has bought all the stuff for breakfast in bed next morning. Bitch never cooked me breakfast in bed.

At least all was good when I got home this afternoon. Wifey looked like she saw a ghost, she thought I had hurt myself.... again.

In the 24 years we have been together it has never happened. Many times I never came home, the fish were biting, so wifey got a call. But she has never seen me come home early. Until today. Today got ugly.

It turns out the offer to fish the private land evaporated this morning about 10 AM. Instead of telling me what happened at 10:01 AM, where maybe I could have hauled out and grabbed a spot, I wasn't informed until the truck was loaded, on the road, making the turn for the backside @ 3 PM. I should have known something wasn't right when you invited your buddy along, after I told Grey, "Sorry Dude, you can't come. It's private land" earlier in the morning.

Even then, you could have told me. But you waited, until I pried it out of you.... on the road. From front row center, directly to SRO. You acted like it was no big deal. And we're showing up in the top of the second, so there is no room. Well, not totally true. I know where Bobbys Point is. It was open. But I wasn't willing to take a beating after getting shim shammed. There were a couple of places open, but the feeling was gone. I fish with my friends, and my friends tell me what is happening as it happens, the last thing they do is run a con to get me to haul people I don't know out to the rocks.

Needless to say, I'm pissed. Wifey was not happy when I said I had access to private land and it was too damn bad I wouldn't be home. But here I am. I got those rock spikes from a friend of a friend, said I'd catch him some Menpachi, hope he like stories, because that is what he's gonna get. Ran around needlessly all fuckin' morning long, while you knew all the time it was a wash.

I call that Bad Style.

LOL BRO IF IT WASENT FOR BAD LUCK YOU WOULDENT HAVE ANY LUCK AT ALL.

 

[Greyskull]

I'm just glad i was able to help with the rock spikes
i was like "what are those for rock climbing" hahaha

too bad they didn't get to hold any poles for you guys

better luck next time....

 

[oldhaole]

LOL BRO IF IT WASENT FOR BAD LUCK YOU WOULDENT HAVE ANY LUCK AT ALL.

No Josey, Not really. It was more leaving the bananas home, and just go fishing like I was 35. I have done this before. Just a matter of going thru the motions.

Even better, I still got it. "It" may be really, really, old, but it still works.

Story time.

Yesterday it all boiled over. Loaded up and left early, I was gonna hoof into a now gated off spot that I used to fish when I was younger and it was drivable. When I got there, three of the four spots were taken, as I walked out a truck passed for the fourth. Went down the line, to see if I knew anyone, but it was infested with kids, all with the same attitude, they wouldn't even look at you.

Fishing? "Get guys coming" I have rockspikes, and can go anywhere, which turned into basically 'Fuck off Haole" Even the truck that passed told me no can fish here. If you want to get technical, that last spot should have been mine.

So I hoofed back. I kinda knew this was gonna happen, they have the key. I don't. But I happen to have something they don't. A tube of Super Glue. I sure hope those boys brought boltcutters, because I glued every lock shut. This morning should have been quite comical.

Feeling much better about my day, I knew it was time to leave the area. Lahina side maybe? Why not? As I head there I pass the Pali.
Nobody there. Why not? It's deep water, the Hawaiian word for cliff is pali. Pull in, grab my pack, and the straps disintegrate. They have been sitting outside for far too long. If the boys out at the point said "Sure, Come fish" there would have been no way for me to pack all of my shit in.

Oh well.

Turns out the walk to my spot is only about 100 yds so I piecemeal pack everything in. The shady spot on the right is open, so I grab it.
It's only noon, and I brought my diving gear, so I swim a line way out into the blue. The wind there is at your back, so casting is easy, by sunset I'm fishing.

It was wonderful.

Pali bites late, so I wasn't expecting anything til after moonset. But sure enough, a bit after 10:30 one of the thrown poles dips and the ratchet screams. Guess what? I'm fighting a fish..... after a long damn time.

Each type of fish fights differently, but you never know until you see it. About halfway into it I kinda knew it was a shark, still it feels good to go through the motions. It was only a four foot Tiger Shark, But it was on the rocks, thanks to me. Pulled the hook and sent him back.

Sharks and Uluas travel together, the bait wasn't running, stuff could still happen. I dozed off thinking those very thoughts. Just when I got into that nice sleep place, there is a big commotion, bells are ringing, flip on my light to the pole that I swam out, it is laid down screaming, I jump up, but my legs don't work right, so I fall over. This age shit sucks. But the reel doesn't care, so I unfold myself and start fighting the sucker.

Since I dove the ground, I know how to do this. Pali is kill the dude outside, then bring him in floating. So that's what I did. Took an hour, but I got him close enough to see the pink eyes. Another Tiger, a big one. Probably the little one's father, looking to put a hurt on the guy that beat up junior. Didn't work that way. By the time I cut the line, false dawn was here.

I have not been this tired or sore in a long time. But the fishing jones is gone, and it'll take a few weeks to return.

Or it could come back tomorrow.

Ya never know about these things.

 

[Grizz]

worth every minute, I lmao,

 

[JackCough]

.... But, how was the book?

 

[Greyskull]

hey nice portrait of that heady Arizona Iced tea rig
that thing is rock proof!!!!

Dude.... the Cherry Kush is legit!

 

[Arthritis_sucks]

Man I gotta get a pole now. You just kicked the fishing jones into hyperdrive. Glad ya got your fish on oldhaole.