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moose eater

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tobedetermined said:
'World's ugliest animal' is New Zealand's fish of the year

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"Once dubbed the world's ugliest animal for its soft, lumpy appearance, the blobfish has made a stunning comeback: it was crowned this week as Fish of the Year by a New Zealand environmental group." BBC
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I don't know. I think this specimen offers a serious competition for the 'ugly' award.

Also makes me not want to swim in some waters.

Meet the Goliath Tiger Fish of the Congo. Causing one to ask, where then, do the locals do their laundry and bathe? Because I'm not sticking any part of my body into water that has silt for camouflage and THAT swimming in it.

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armedoldhippy

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tobedetermined said:
That's is a hell of a lot of steering wheel time. :oops:
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extreme east TN to far western KY, to TN into Missouri. down through Arkansas, (over 700 miles in Arkansas alone) and on into Louisiana/Texas, and back. all over LA... too damn hot down there for me already. it's still March, dammit! :( saw Monarch butterflies working their way north already. :D
 
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tobedetermined said:
this is one of the few states that I never visited afaik.
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if timed right, you'll see more wildlife from the interstate than you'll ever see anywhere else. huge rice fields completely covered in snow geese & speckles, ducks, etc. they don't give an inch (or mph) on their speed limits, by the way. get pulled over for speeding & you'll get hammered. "zero tolerance"
 
moose eater

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I returned home from a week in the bush and a fine (though painful) lake trout retreat into the Wrangell-St. Elias Nat'l Park, at a cabin my sons and friends and I have stayed at through the years.

Caught some nice fish, let some go free, but brought three of them home for consumption later. Gave one whole-side fillet of a nice fat youngster of a lake trout to my older son for him to share at a dinner soon with his friends.

But the next day, upon entering the house, I noted what I initially perceived to be the smell of burning trash, and I was tempted to holler up through the woods to the neighbor's that their trash-burning was penetrating my HRV intake and to be more considerate.... like maybe burning trash when the wind is stagnant or going up the hill in the opposite direction toward their parents' home instead.

When my wife got home my second day back from the bush, I mentioned the heavy burning trash smell, and she said, "You know what that probably is? While you were gone, I needed some soil for the veggie and flower starts, so I took some of the (thrip and aphid-infested) garden soil from the bucket(s) on the back porch that had been frozen all winter, and to make sure there were no pests onboard, I baked it in the oven."

Smart woman most times.

I didn't ask her what temperature or how long she'd roasted the dirt for, but GODDAMN(!!!), the smell was about identical to burning rubbish.

She had the right idea. Not sure where she got the specifics for the burning... errr.... roasting of the soil mix, but I'm guessing that based on the smell, there are ZERO thrips' or aphids' eggs or larvae still living in the dirt she cooked.

And the starts for this year's garden look great.

Now I'm going to go lay down again for a while, hoping my right ankle and right knee, as well as lumbar spine, recover more quickly from my 'fun' in the bush.

And I'm glad that I didn't holler up through the woods at my neighbors.

Appointment now set with the spine surgeon guru in the SW USA in early June. In the interim, my body and I seem to be at a bit of war with each other. Nothing that good drugs and 15-year barrel-aged Panamanian rum can't handle, though.
 
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moose eater

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tobedetermined said:
So how was the fishing this year @moose eater ? And btw . . . you are right . . . the Elements Ultra Thins are the best rolling papers that I have ever tried. :rasta:
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Glad you liked them.

I was a bit relaxed re. the effort toward fishing. I fished most days, caught more than I needed, sent the young goofy ones back that were too young to be biting my hooks. Gave them a good scolding, too.

Had several moments that the reality of it told me important Zen things. Like, when the best fish come up unexpectedly, on a rod you're simply retrieving in order to pack up to get out of the sprinkling rain, and you're simply retrieving very slowly and stopping to jig at different depths in the column of water due to that youthful, kid-like propensity for "One more cast" and you catch your nicest fish without sonar involved at all on the unattended rod, it puts things into a different perspective.

Or when your high-tech lures are not in the game at all, the sun is going down, it's dusk, the slope of the drop-off is too steep to even get a decent reading on the sonar, let alone look at 'targets', and you're not using one of the e-jig lures, instead just a trusty old Ruby Eye size moderate to small, and you get the bite you've been waiting for, again, no sonar involved, it takes it back to before we thought we needed to rely on such things.

Had a gas. Wore my body out to the point of near hospitalization. Will likely be crippled for a week or two trying to recover. Mostly due to carrying roto-molded coolers that weigh about 30 lbs. empty, not counting the ice packs and food inside.

22-foot trailer still has my snowmachine and freight sleds on it, if that's any indication of my status currently. :)

If I had sherpas to load the sleds and the truck, unload into the cabin, and do it all in reverse at departure time, I'd be fine. Then I could simply sit and smoke hash and give instructions.

Took the remnants of all 3 varieties of hashish with me, as well as some of my Soul Mate and my original Super Lemon Haze.

Despite moderate temps, I did my standard gig of burying the freeze cooler into a minimal snow-base, lining the pit with a tarp before inserting the freeze cooler, then back-filled against the tarp and cooler with the limited snow around, with my theory being that the fact that the food and ice packs in the freeze cooler came out of a -20 F. freezer at home, they would assist in further freezing the trout and ice packs I'd merely glazed a bit at night on the front porch of the cabin (though I did utilize my incredibly broken sleep pattern/schedule to make sure that an early Spring bear, wolf, coyote, fox, lynx or various birds didn't raid my glazing zip-locks of lake trout fillets in the night).

Caribou were ALL OVER both lakes, so the wolves were quite active. Saw at least a half-dozen kills (mostly caribou though some moose) left by wolves without looking for them. Dozens of kills out on the lakes, not counting the woods, if a person went scouting. But I was there for lake trout.

Didn't catch a single burbot this trip, and that was fine by me. Pain in the ass to process in my opinion, despite how good the meat is.

Didn't drill a single hole in Tanada Lake this trip, either. Did all of my fishing on Copper Lake this trip. And had a good time doing so.

Despite the moderate weather this winter (warmest winter I can remember in 47 years of being here) there was still 4 feet of ice on Copper Lake to drill through, which tells me there was probably the typical 5 feet of ice on Tanada Lake.

I'm getting too old for this shit in many ways, especially to be doing these gigs solo, and now need that spine surgeon more than ever, among other Docs, but I'll hope to be doing this shit until they find me rigor mortised over a 10" hole in the ice, hopefully with a lively lake trout on my line, and hopefully they'll have the decency and common sense to retrieve that fish before tending to my corpse.
 
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