Scruffy Nerfherder
on December 2, 2021 at 11:05 am
I tried fishing for Canadians but the poutine just doesn’t stay on the damn hook.
Nephilium
on December 2, 2021 at 11:07 am
Try some Kraft Dinner, you should be able to ball that up and get it on the hook.
cyto
on December 2, 2021 at 11:16 am
Or, ya know, like ya could put some Black Label. Or Molson or Labatte if ya want tah catch a more upscale sort of Canadian.
pistoffnick
on December 2, 2021 at 11:14 am
Timbits (Tim Horton’s donut holes) are a sure thing for catching Canadians.
/take off hoser!
Bobarian LMD
on December 2, 2021 at 11:36 am
“Would ya do it for a jelly doughnut?”
Rebel Scum
on December 2, 2021 at 11:38 am
Soak a loaf of bread in maple syrup.
Yusef drives a Kia
on December 2, 2021 at 11:05 am
I can’t see the text, font too small,
pistoffnick
on December 2, 2021 at 11:10 am
Right click and open the picture in a new tab.
Or Control + mouse wheel up
Yusef drives a Kia
on December 2, 2021 at 11:25 am
I know that, but just, no
Am I being detained?
Tonio
on December 2, 2021 at 11:26 am
[Ctrl] and [+] together to embiggen text, [Ctrl] and [-] to zoom out, [Ctrl] and [0] to return to default size. Works on all browsers.
Because of the special layout requirements of this article (side-by side pictures) we published it as a series of screenshots of the submission the author emailed to us.
It’s like “Letters from Glibs”. Do like the woodblock ORA knockoff at the top. I miss those being the gold standard for self help books with lay flat binding.
Yusef drives a Kia
on December 2, 2021 at 11:40 am
O.K. I thought it embiggened all my tabs, nope, just this one, I can deal with that, thanks Tonio!
cyto
on December 2, 2021 at 11:11 am
Today in Media:
So.. everyone is aware of the memory-holing of the Christmas parade massacre and the obvious reasons for this. And we all remember how reluctant everyone was to have a perpetrator beyond a Red SUV. And exploring the motives is absolutely impossible, having only decades of criminal history and years of social media posts and rap lyrics to go on.
Well, we had a school shooting. And this morning, this is how the Today Show covered it.
They spent an entire segment.. so 5 to 7 minutes. They cut between video of police entering the building, rifles drawn to pictures of the victims to the mugshot of the killer. Around and around while they told us about the victims, their families, the killer’s family, how they had been to the school earlier for a conference about his behavior….
Then they talked about the students, with interviews. “I was afraid”. She texted her mom, “I love you” over and over. While they talked about this, they had a graphic up.
They took the mugshot and made it black and white. They overlaid a school hallway, so the mugshot loomed at the end of the hallway. They whole scene rendered in defocused black and white. The mugshot a separate layer, so they could push in on the mugshot, making it seem to grow monstrously closer and more threatening as they talked.
Then it is time to talk about the weapon. They show a picture of a Sig-Saur handgun. On a military camouflage fatigue background. Now pushing for charges against the parents….
What a contrast. When they want to create a villain, boy, do they have the capabilities.
All of that “we need to wait until the facts are known” and “motives are impossible to divine” stuff is out the window, two weeks later.
cyto
on December 2, 2021 at 11:12 am
Here in South Florida we had a murder a couple of days ago of a 14-year-old boy who went out for a bike ride near his house at about 6:00 p.m. They solved it last night, arresting a crazy homeless dude.
This morning, the local news is covering the story by playing posts from his YouTube channel. They clearly demonstrated his motive. Dude is tin foil hat levels of loony.
Odd that I have yet to hear or see any social media posts by a red SUV played by the media that might shed light on what its motives were for killing a bunch of people at a Christmas parade.
Rebel Scum
on December 2, 2021 at 12:03 pm
Christmas parade massacre
I think you mean “holiday parade accident”.
When they want to create a villain, boy, do they have the capabilities.
They didn’t create the white menace. They just accurately report on the ever-present threat of white-rage/supremacy.
Bones
on December 2, 2021 at 1:06 pm
What’s almost as terrifying is how many seemingly rational people who believe this spin. Even more, facts to the contrary are brushed away with scorn as if you’re the loon.
We. Are. Doomed.
cyto
on December 2, 2021 at 11:14 am
So….. Long pants and coat weather, or bikini weather? Because somebody is not dressed appropriately…..
Someone hasn’t seen the wintertime outdoor pics Q has posted in the past…
Bobarian LMD
on December 2, 2021 at 11:50 am
So….. Long pants and coat weather, or bikini weather?
In Minnesoda, that’s the same weather.
Bobarian LMD
on December 2, 2021 at 11:51 am
Also true for central Canada.
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 12:33 pm
Minnesoda: Where you put on a coat when it is 40 and take it off when it is 30.
Not Adahn
on December 2, 2021 at 11:36 am
Those young ladies are natives. The visitors are not.
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 12:31 pm
Native Canadians seem to be much shinier than Native Americans.
juris imprudent
on December 2, 2021 at 12:13 pm
Yep, they looked quite a few years shy of 80.
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 12:32 pm
Yeah, I think the roles are reversed.
It is just a fact that 20 goes into 80 way more than 80 goes into 20.
Tundra
on December 2, 2021 at 11:23 am
What great memories, Fourscore!
I never did a fly-in trip, but our trips to the BWCA had a similar flavor.
Imma call bullshit on not knowing how to catch walleye, though.
Thanks for the article! My son and I went fishing on Sunday – first time in a long time.
I need to get back to it.
Rebel Scum
on December 2, 2021 at 11:32 am
Unusual Fish Stories
There’s nothing unusual about the fish getting bigger every time you tell the story.
Name's BEAM. James BEAM.
on December 2, 2021 at 1:18 pm
I say approximately the same thing about my wedding night. Memory is the second thing to go . . .
Shpip
on December 2, 2021 at 2:42 pm
Funny, my wife is a helluva lot bigger than she was on our wedding night. Mentioning that to her is hazardous to my health, though.
Turns out, a “trophy fish” is one that weighs a lot, whereas a “trophy wife”…
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 11:37 am
Liked the article Fourscore!
I used to do the BWCA every year with a bunch of guys. Then I bought a cabin in Wisconsin and my BWCA vacation days went to hanging out in Siren, Wisconsin with the family instead. When we sold the cabin years later, my spot in the BWCA crew had gone to someone else. I may have to force the Altar Boys to go on a trip with me soon.
Salmon fishing is the other “big” trip I do. In the old days, my dad had his own boat and setup and I’d go fishing with him in Lake Michigan for 3-4 days. When the Old Guy retired he sold his boat shortly thereafter and we started chartering out of Algoma. The trips are a bit more sedate on the charter boat, but on the other hand my dad was more relaxed because he didn’t feel obligated to catch fish.
Fourscore
on December 2, 2021 at 11:50 am
Never fished the big lakes but Zep and I and friends did a few days at Lake O’ the Woods. Not the same, we caught fish but the experience was way different than commandeering our own boats.
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 12:27 pm
Early years with Dad were in his regular 16 ft. Alumacraft. We stayed pretty close in to shore. Then he bought a 18 ft Lund and that we’d go pretty far out in. His last boat was a 21 foot Trophy. The 18ft Lund was the one that I have fond memories of. The 21 ft-er was much nicer, but never had the “feel” of the Lund.
The standard procedure when we were running things ourself was that Guy 1 would drive the boat, Guy 2 would be bartender and have to make drinks for everyone and Guy 3 was “on the rods” meaning that any rod that got a bite was his to catch. If there was a Guy 4 in the crew, he helped set lines and waited. When a fish was caught, everyone switched positions with Guy 3 going to Guy 1 and so forth.
A lot of stupidity/silliness happened on those trips.
With our charter captain, we all get to be Guy 3. They handle all the driving and line setting. We don’t even drink too much on those trips.
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 11:39 am
Sounds like an awesome time Fourscore.
Having to cancel sounds painful, but in the words of Rocky: “Time is undefeated.”
Now you got me thinking about going with my son and some others next year.
Fourscore
on December 2, 2021 at 12:02 pm
It started out as a Once in a Lifetime trip but like Reefer Madness, it only takes one to get a person addicted.
juris imprudent
on December 2, 2021 at 12:16 pm
Just one puff!
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 12:18 pm
lol. In 1976 my father promised my mom that his trip to Lake Michigan to fish for salmon was also a Once in a Lifetime trip. He passed away 4 days after his last trip with me there this summer, so he went just a few more times than promised.
The thing that should have tipped Mom off was the fact that the person he chartered with the first year was a sheriff’s deputy he used to work with. The deputy had also gone on a once in a lifetime trip, he liked it so much that he literally bought his own boat at the end of his charter, quit his deputy job and told his wife to sell the house and became a guide.
The guide was great. He used to be a guard at a correctional facility for sexual offenders. After a few years, he looked in the mirror and asked what the fuck he was doing with his life and quit. Became a guide and is slowly building his business.
If anyone wants to spend a great day fishing with a good guide, I’d highly recommend him.
Nephilium
on December 2, 2021 at 12:32 pm
I have found memories of the times me and my dad would wake up at the ass crack of dawn to go down to Lake Erie to go on a fishing boat for perch and walleyes. We got caught in storms a couple of times, caught a lot of fish a few times, and came up empty a time or two. Usually was a once or twice a year thing.
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 12:47 pm
When he was running his own boat, my dad was maniacal about fishing no matter the weather. Especially if they were biting. There were a few times that there was nearly a mutiny in order to make him stop fishing and go back to shore. One time he was arguing that it wasn’t that bad when one of the crew pointed at a water spout just to the south of them.
When The Perfect Storm came out, my aunt and laughed about it being a movie about the Old Guy.
Nephilium
on December 2, 2021 at 1:32 pm
My dad and I both had cast iron stomachs, never got motion sickness at all. One time my uncle and cousin were on a ship with us when a thunderstorm rolled through. They… did not have iron stomachs, and were hanging over the side of the ship feeding the fish. It was always on the captain to decide when they turned back due to weather.
Fourscore
on December 2, 2021 at 1:42 pm
Same as the Lake O’ the Woods trip, a perfectly flat day, not a ripple, 2 guys had to be taken back within the first 45 minutes They didn’t go out the second day, so damnably rough you had to crouch down to lower your center of gravity to reel in a fish.
Tres Cool
on December 2, 2021 at 2:06 pm
“…my dad was maniacal about fishing no matter the weather.”
So you’ve also met Tres Sr. it seems.
Yusef drives a Kia
on December 2, 2021 at 11:46 am
Sounds like a lifetime of great memories, thanks for sharing 4X20!
Nice fish too
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 11:57 am
Why can’t we be adults?
Doing mandatory government training right now and it’s talking about cliques and bullying.
Telling jokes is considered harassment.
This is why I don’t have friends.
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 12:04 pm
Now we are learning that sexual assault is WRONG.
Thank God they told me, I might have sexually assaulted someone by accident.
The Last American Hero
on December 2, 2021 at 2:31 pm
Given the changes in how that is defined you may have actually assaulted someone and not know it.
Rebel Scum
on December 2, 2021 at 12:08 pm
Why can’t we be adults?
Because fart jokes will always be funny. . . and people are taught to be hypersensitive pansies.
Telling jokes is considered harassment.
Luckily not where I work.
This is why I don’t have friends.
I’m not the only one that is “on the spectrum”.
juris imprudent
on December 2, 2021 at 12:17 pm
We all “like” each other here because we keep most everyone at a safe distance.
Scruffy Nerfherder
on December 2, 2021 at 12:19 pm
It helps if you can’t smell each other’s farts.
Rat on a train
on December 2, 2021 at 12:25 pm
I am on the spectrum now that the spectrum is a thing. As I child I was just different.
juris imprudent
on December 2, 2021 at 1:44 pm
That’s like our old family joke about not being rich enough to be eccentric.
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 12:42 pm
Now we are watching a video about a group on travel and they were drinking together.
One guy tried to kiss a girl and she told him “NO!”.
He apologized and now she is having trouble at work because he is acting like nothing happened.
If he misread the situation and stopped immediately, am I the asshole(I think the answer is usually yes) for not understanding what the issue is?
Yes, he should have known beforehand! Making that mistake means he must be driven out of the village!
/Pretty much what government training tells me.
Rebel Scum
on December 2, 2021 at 12:46 pm
Chicks dwell on things.
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 12:47 pm
Now it’s a cartoon, comparing sexual consent to tea.
This shit is giving me a tumor.
Lackadaisical
on December 2, 2021 at 1:28 pm
It’s important to know the sexual etiquette surrounding tea bags.
Bones
on December 2, 2021 at 1:47 pm
It’s a steep curve.
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 1:49 pm
“If someone says they want tea and then fall asleep, don’t give them tea while they’re sleeping”
This is the intellectual level we are at.
Sean
on December 2, 2021 at 1:52 pm
“Is the roofie in the tea?”
Tres Cool
on December 2, 2021 at 2:11 pm
+ Cosby Tea
Scruffy Nerfherder
on December 2, 2021 at 1:38 pm
Proper temperature and soaking time is key.
Nephilium
on December 2, 2021 at 1:59 pm
soaking time
Anti religious bias!
Bobarian LMD
on December 2, 2021 at 12:08 pm
One of life’s great regrets.
My Boy Scout Troop had done fund raising for the better part of the year so that we could do a 10 day canoe/fishing trip on the Boundary Waters… A month before going, my Mom decided that small town Illinois was going to be the end of her, with no where to grow.
So we loaded up the truck and we moved to Beverly Pomona/Upland/San Dimas/ Walnut/Rowland Hts.
Mom offered a way for me to still go, but I didn’t want her going on her own. Way things ended up timing out, it would have worked out perfectly, but it didn’t happen.
Still mean to do it someday.
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 12:14 pm
The Boundary Waters are a lot of fun.
I always felt bad when we’d run across some boy scout/youth group out there though. The chaperone always looked like they were about an inch away from killing all the kids and leaving them for the bears. The kids were always being some sort of assholes to each other.
Normally we’d run across them at some portage and all the kids would be grab-assing, arguing about who had to carry what or just sitting there sullenly. And that was before cell phones and video games. I have no idea how today’s kids would handle enforced primitiveness for 10 days.
all the kids would be grab-assing, arguing about who had to carry what or just sitting there sullenly
Huh, describes my Boy Scout experiences to a T. Now looking back, I wish I had put a bit more effort into it. Those were kickass days and I missed a lot of cool opportunities.
Bobarian LMD
on December 2, 2021 at 12:34 pm
Grab-assing is part of what makes a mam a man. I’m gonna guess there was still significant amounts of grab-assery to be observed on Fourscore’s later trips.
“Mam a man” is a johno that I’ve decided to leave for posterity.
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 12:51 pm
Yup. There is a lot to be said for groups of guys going off on their own.
My wife was a bit upset that my sons turned out to love going off on hunting trips with me. She doesn’t understand the appeal to boys to be off on their own away from the control of their mothers for a bit.
Fourscore
on December 2, 2021 at 1:15 pm
Fortunately my mother liked the peace and quiet once in awhile. “Why don’t you guys take a gun and go out back and see if there’s a partridge or squirrel?”
DEG
on December 2, 2021 at 12:11 pm
Excellent story Fourscore.
In the Before Times, a friend of mine used to go up to eastern Ontario for fishing. He has a friend up there, and asked the friend what to bring across the border. The friend said, “Booze and cigs, as much as you can.”
My friend would give some to his friend, and use the rest as trade goods.
Where was I? Oh yes. So LaBoeuf, who’s actually a fine actor, is the stand-in for the male viewers’ greatest fears about themselves. No matter how great a loser they might be, they can’t be as losery a loser as Sam Witwicky. And yet, Sam has awesome giant robots stomping around telling him he’s the most important awesome person ever. And he has the hottest girlfriend in the universe, Megan Fox, for whom banality is a huge aphrodisiac. The more pathetic Sam gets, the more Fox’s lips pout and her nipples point, like little Irish setters.
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 12:27 pm
I don’t know that you could.
The computer controls the fuel injectors and the timing for the spark plugs. Not feasible for someone in a disaster situation be able to replace this with a mechanical system.
If you replaced it with one that was shielded, you might still have to replace the sensors that tell the computer what is happening with the engine.
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 1:56 pm
Or, what Tundra said.
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 12:29 pm
Buy a pair of oxen and hook them up to your front bumper?
R C Dean
on December 2, 2021 at 12:35 pm
Hook it up to a horse.
juris imprudent
on December 2, 2021 at 1:48 pm
Lean against the fender and bend over. Keep going, yep all the way past your heels and bring your head round up to your arse, then kiss it goodbye.
Not Adahn
on December 2, 2021 at 2:03 pm
Had a horrifying meeting today re: automaker strategy
“We won’t be able to sell as many cars, so we need to make the ones can can sell more productive. We need to monetize the data the cars generate.”
Up next, internet enabled kitchen knives that collect data on your favorite vegetables.
Suthenboy
on December 2, 2021 at 2:40 pm
The car does not g4nerate information. It collects it. The weak link is where the automakers gather the info. Is it transmitted to them? Downloaded by a dealer when serviced?
Find out how to kill the transmitter or wife the memory. It cant be that difficult to do either.
Scruffy Nerfherder
on December 2, 2021 at 2:45 pm
That’s where the proposed legislation to collect mileage and automatically report it using wireless and cellular networks comes into play.
The same legislation mandates all new vehicles to have communication capabilities.
Plisade
on December 2, 2021 at 2:50 pm
Man, it’s just unfathomable to me what a miserably insignificant life, the degree of insecurity, it must take to be concerned to this level of what everybody is doing all the time. FOMO, jealousy, graduating to “If I’m not having any fun, nobody’s going to have fun; lock it all down!!!”
Scruffy Nerfherder
on December 2, 2021 at 2:56 pm
The socialists (and the technocrats) believe that with just enough data and sufficient control, they can implement utopia.
Therefore, their thirst for more data is unquenchable, and it is the same with the security state.
The UN building, which takes up about 7 blocks in Manhattan, is under lockdown after an unidentified man wearing a red sweatshirt was spotted outside the building with a gun pointed under his chin. NYPD is reportedly trying to negotiate with him.
Law enforcement officers have shut down the roads surrounding the UN complex. …
Police can be seen standing outside the UN building telling the man in the red sweatshirt to “Put down the gun!” They told him, “There are better ways to get your message out.”
Lock down the building, the dangerous people are inside, cut the power and communications, don’t let them out.
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 12:44 pm
I like the way you think.
Plisade
on December 2, 2021 at 12:48 pm
“Red Sweatshirt Commits Suicide”
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 12:50 pm
That’s wrong.
“Gun commits murder”
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 1:47 pm
Plisade, did you manage to watch the Samurai trilogy?
Plisade
on December 2, 2021 at 2:24 pm
Hehe, I watched the 1st and half the 2nd, and I wasn’t in a frame of mind to have objectively remembered much, so I shall soberly try again soon. I do remember really being into seeing the architecture, clothing, and that kind of thing, which was amazing. Seems like they did a good job making it look historically accurate.
rhywun
on December 2, 2021 at 2:03 pm
Better than getting shot or eaten by an alien during some stupid shore mission.
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 12:44 pm
So Fourscore, were you guys artificial lure guys? Or did you use live bait?
My old BWCA crew all grew up in the Twin Cities and all of them were big into artificial lures. They were mostly self-taught too. I don’t think that any of their dads fished much.
On the other hand, I grew up in the middle of Lake Country with a father who was an insanely good fisherman (he was a consultant for a series of Time-Life books on fishing). Dad had grown up on the Mississippi river and then learned to fish lakes when he moved to my hometown. He was a huge believer in live bait. He would tell you that he invented fishing for walleyes with a slip bobber and leeches. That was only slightly hyperbolic. I know he was the first guy I ever knew who used slip bobbers in our area.
Until I started fishing with the BWCA guys I never realized how much fishing stuff I knew just because I spent so much time with the Old Guy. They would sneer at my leeches, but the results were always in my favor.
Not. I’m bouncing between work, a meeting, and glibs.
Pope Jimbo
on December 2, 2021 at 1:11 pm
I knew that. But I just wanted to bask in the glow and warmth of victimhood.
ron73440
on December 2, 2021 at 12:53 pm
I don’t think UCS is lacsist.
Name's BEAM. James BEAM.
on December 2, 2021 at 1:25 pm
Well, no more so than the rest of us, anyways . . .
Fourscore
on December 2, 2021 at 1:25 pm
Always artificial. At first it was the big tackle box and end up using only a couple lures. The last 10-15 years we were plastic only, each person had a favorite color, then it small tackle boxes with different size/color plastic grubs. Minnows were a pain, keeping them alive, taking way too long to rebait. atch 4-5 walleyes on plastic, try a different color or something. Plastic is way better, more lifelike. Same with bass/northerns/crappies. The outfitter would provide free minnows, we told him to give ours to some one else.
My brother and his fishing partner were trollers, boring and not very productive. The rest of us would find walleyes and sit all day catching one after the other.
SandMan
on December 2, 2021 at 2:48 pm
Always said trolling is a “women’s sport”, and it is my wife’s favorite way to fish. Always stumps me why/how she catches 3x more fish than me, dragging the same dang lure around the lake.
Tundra
on December 2, 2021 at 2:50 pm
Jigs, minnows, leeches and frozen smelt were our go-to BWCA setups. It was a pain bringing in live bait, but we caught a ton of fish. Rattle-raps worked pretty well, too.
I dazzled the crowd one year by catching walleye on a fly rod.
Walleye are boring, but oh so tasty!
l0b0t
on December 2, 2021 at 12:47 pm
Hey Neph, you need to watch episode 2 of the latest season (15) of It’s Always Sunny – The Gang Makes Lethal Weapon 7, immediately.
Summer of ’77, I fished nearly every day at the pond in front of the Dunedin (Florida) Community Center. I’d gotten pretty good at pulling in the bream, mostly catch and release with the occasional “big ones” to take home for Grandma to fry up for lunch. My attention was drawn, though, to the bass that lurked near my fishing spot, seldom seen but occasionally poaching a hooked fish before it could be landed. So I hatched a plan: ignore the little guys and concentrate on Mr. Big. Early on a Wednesday morning, I rode my bike to the pond armed only with my rod and a Rebel floating lure that looked like a shiner. As the sun began to burn the dew off the grass and other kids gathered ’round the Community Center’s flagpole to say the Pledge of Allegiance at the start of day camp, I made my first short cast of the day, jerking the lure like it was a just hooked fish.
Less than five seconds later, the huge (to my ten year-old eyes) splash and boil in the water meant that I was hooked up. With a strength borne of adrenaline and panic, I hauled with all my might. The bass flew out of the water like a piscine missile, over my shoulder and onto the grass behind me. “I got him! I got him!” I shouted to no one in particular, though the kids finishing up “…with liberty and justice for all.” heard me, and a few came running over to see. I unhooked the fish and paraded it around the assembled kids, then headed home with my trophy.
When I got there, all of my buddies were off on vacation with their parents, or at camp. Finally found a friend the next street over and Shanghaied him into taking this pic of me and my “Largmouth” bass.
Since then, I’ve caught thousands of fish, including a few legitimate big boys. But I can’t tell you the date I caught my first snook, or my first billfish, or my first hundred-pounder, or the first fish that outweighed me. But I’ll remember July 6, 1977 as long as I live.
Funny, the things that stick with us.
Tres Cool
on December 2, 2021 at 2:34 pm
Nice haircut. My mom cut your hair, too ?
R C Dean
on December 2, 2021 at 2:39 pm
My mom cut your hair, too ?
The euphemisms just never quit around here, do they?
Shpip
on December 2, 2021 at 2:58 pm
My mom cut your hair, too ?
It was the seventies, man. All of us kids wanted hair like the Bad News Bears. My Old Man, OTOH, thought that “Day Two at Parris Island” was the only appropriate cut for a male.
Me having the Pete Rose was a major concession on his part (and a great second use for those wooden salad bowls that every household had back then).
limey
on December 2, 2021 at 3:00 pm
At least he has a chance at the haircut HoF.
Tundra
on December 2, 2021 at 2:39 pm
Great story and pic!
People born in 1967 are superior people. It is known.
rhywun
on December 2, 2021 at 2:54 pm
1969 would like a word.
kinnath
on December 2, 2021 at 2:59 pm
The age of aquarius.
SandMan
on December 2, 2021 at 3:53 pm
Cool story!
Tres Cool
on December 2, 2021 at 2:51 pm
Apple wants me to update my devices (too many of them- wanna buy an iPad?) to some variant of iOS 15.
From what Ive read, my gut says NO. But Im crowd-sourcing opinions.
Sean
on December 2, 2021 at 2:55 pm
I’m still on 13. I don’t let them update stuff.
rhywun
on December 2, 2021 at 2:56 pm
I think I already did. Been meaning to figure out if that option to spy on your messages can be turned off. I don’t do any texting so I shrugged it off.
limey
on December 2, 2021 at 2:58 pm
Yes, but please delete the porn first.
Tres Cool
on December 2, 2021 at 3:06 pm
I dont do pr0n on iPads, just my desktop. Prolly some dick pics for Jugsy in texts tho.
I clear browser history and run BleachBit (2X, user and administrator) before she gets home.
R C Dean
on December 2, 2021 at 3:00 pm
It was more or less forced on my work phone and tablet. No functional issues. No clue what nefarious doings it is up to in the background, though. It was forced because apparently it fixes a significant security issue.
MikeS
on December 3, 2021 at 1:19 pm
Great article 4X20. I’ve never done anything quite so adventurous. It sounds like it would be a ton of fun. Especially if bikini-clad girls are regular visitors.
I tried fishing for Canadians but the poutine just doesn’t stay on the damn hook.
Try some Kraft Dinner, you should be able to ball that up and get it on the hook.
Or, ya know, like ya could put some Black Label. Or Molson or Labatte if ya want tah catch a more upscale sort of Canadian.
Timbits (Tim Horton’s donut holes) are a sure thing for catching Canadians.
/take off hoser!
“Would ya do it for a jelly doughnut?”
Soak a loaf of bread in maple syrup.
I can’t see the text, font too small,
Right click and open the picture in a new tab.
Or Control + mouse wheel up
I know that, but just, no
Am I being detained?
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Thanks Tonio, good job
It’s like “Letters from Glibs”. Do like the woodblock ORA knockoff at the top. I miss those being the gold standard for self help books with lay flat binding.
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Today in Media:
So.. everyone is aware of the memory-holing of the Christmas parade massacre and the obvious reasons for this. And we all remember how reluctant everyone was to have a perpetrator beyond a Red SUV. And exploring the motives is absolutely impossible, having only decades of criminal history and years of social media posts and rap lyrics to go on.
Well, we had a school shooting. And this morning, this is how the Today Show covered it.
They spent an entire segment.. so 5 to 7 minutes. They cut between video of police entering the building, rifles drawn to pictures of the victims to the mugshot of the killer. Around and around while they told us about the victims, their families, the killer’s family, how they had been to the school earlier for a conference about his behavior….
Then they talked about the students, with interviews. “I was afraid”. She texted her mom, “I love you” over and over. While they talked about this, they had a graphic up.
They took the mugshot and made it black and white. They overlaid a school hallway, so the mugshot loomed at the end of the hallway. They whole scene rendered in defocused black and white. The mugshot a separate layer, so they could push in on the mugshot, making it seem to grow monstrously closer and more threatening as they talked.
Then it is time to talk about the weapon. They show a picture of a Sig-Saur handgun. On a military camouflage fatigue background. Now pushing for charges against the parents….
What a contrast. When they want to create a villain, boy, do they have the capabilities.
All of that “we need to wait until the facts are known” and “motives are impossible to divine” stuff is out the window, two weeks later.
Here in South Florida we had a murder a couple of days ago of a 14-year-old boy who went out for a bike ride near his house at about 6:00 p.m. They solved it last night, arresting a crazy homeless dude.
This morning, the local news is covering the story by playing posts from his YouTube channel. They clearly demonstrated his motive. Dude is tin foil hat levels of loony.
Odd that I have yet to hear or see any social media posts by a red SUV played by the media that might shed light on what its motives were for killing a bunch of people at a Christmas parade.
Christmas parade massacre
I think you mean “holiday parade accident”.
When they want to create a villain, boy, do they have the capabilities.
They didn’t create the white menace. They just accurately report on the ever-present threat of white-rage/supremacy.
What’s almost as terrifying is how many seemingly rational people who believe this spin. Even more, facts to the contrary are brushed away with scorn as if you’re the loon.
We. Are. Doomed.
So….. Long pants and coat weather, or bikini weather? Because somebody is not dressed appropriately…..
Someone hasn’t seen the wintertime outdoor pics Q has posted in the past…
So….. Long pants and coat weather, or bikini weather?
In Minnesoda, that’s the same weather.
Also true for central Canada.
Minnesoda: Where you put on a coat when it is 40 and take it off when it is 30.
Those young ladies are natives. The visitors are not.
Native Canadians seem to be much shinier than Native Americans.
Yep, they looked quite a few years shy of 80.
Yeah, I think the roles are reversed.
It is just a fact that 20 goes into 80 way more than 80 goes into 20.
What great memories, Fourscore!
I never did a fly-in trip, but our trips to the BWCA had a similar flavor.
Imma call bullshit on not knowing how to catch walleye, though.
Thanks for the article! My son and I went fishing on Sunday – first time in a long time.
I need to get back to it.
Unusual Fish Stories
There’s nothing unusual about the fish getting bigger every time you tell the story.
I say approximately the same thing about my wedding night. Memory is the second thing to go . . .
Funny, my wife is a helluva lot bigger than she was on our wedding night. Mentioning that to her is hazardous to my health, though.
Turns out, a “trophy fish” is one that weighs a lot, whereas a “trophy wife”…
Liked the article Fourscore!
I used to do the BWCA every year with a bunch of guys. Then I bought a cabin in Wisconsin and my BWCA vacation days went to hanging out in Siren, Wisconsin with the family instead. When we sold the cabin years later, my spot in the BWCA crew had gone to someone else. I may have to force the Altar Boys to go on a trip with me soon.
Salmon fishing is the other “big” trip I do. In the old days, my dad had his own boat and setup and I’d go fishing with him in Lake Michigan for 3-4 days. When the Old Guy retired he sold his boat shortly thereafter and we started chartering out of Algoma. The trips are a bit more sedate on the charter boat, but on the other hand my dad was more relaxed because he didn’t feel obligated to catch fish.
Never fished the big lakes but Zep and I and friends did a few days at Lake O’ the Woods. Not the same, we caught fish but the experience was way different than commandeering our own boats.
Early years with Dad were in his regular 16 ft. Alumacraft. We stayed pretty close in to shore. Then he bought a 18 ft Lund and that we’d go pretty far out in. His last boat was a 21 foot Trophy. The 18ft Lund was the one that I have fond memories of. The 21 ft-er was much nicer, but never had the “feel” of the Lund.
The standard procedure when we were running things ourself was that Guy 1 would drive the boat, Guy 2 would be bartender and have to make drinks for everyone and Guy 3 was “on the rods” meaning that any rod that got a bite was his to catch. If there was a Guy 4 in the crew, he helped set lines and waited. When a fish was caught, everyone switched positions with Guy 3 going to Guy 1 and so forth.
A lot of stupidity/silliness happened on those trips.
With our charter captain, we all get to be Guy 3. They handle all the driving and line setting. We don’t even drink too much on those trips.
Sounds like an awesome time Fourscore.
Having to cancel sounds painful, but in the words of Rocky: “Time is undefeated.”
Now you got me thinking about going with my son and some others next year.
It started out as a Once in a Lifetime trip but like Reefer Madness, it only takes one to get a person addicted.
Just one puff!
lol. In 1976 my father promised my mom that his trip to Lake Michigan to fish for salmon was also a Once in a Lifetime trip. He passed away 4 days after his last trip with me there this summer, so he went just a few more times than promised.
The thing that should have tipped Mom off was the fact that the person he chartered with the first year was a sheriff’s deputy he used to work with. The deputy had also gone on a once in a lifetime trip, he liked it so much that he literally bought his own boat at the end of his charter, quit his deputy job and told his wife to sell the house and became a guide.
Speaking of which, I also went on a charter with this guy in Wisconsin Dells this fall for sturgeon.
The guide was great. He used to be a guard at a correctional facility for sexual offenders. After a few years, he looked in the mirror and asked what the fuck he was doing with his life and quit. Became a guide and is slowly building his business.
If anyone wants to spend a great day fishing with a good guide, I’d highly recommend him.
I have found memories of the times me and my dad would wake up at the ass crack of dawn to go down to Lake Erie to go on a fishing boat for perch and walleyes. We got caught in storms a couple of times, caught a lot of fish a few times, and came up empty a time or two. Usually was a once or twice a year thing.
When he was running his own boat, my dad was maniacal about fishing no matter the weather. Especially if they were biting. There were a few times that there was nearly a mutiny in order to make him stop fishing and go back to shore. One time he was arguing that it wasn’t that bad when one of the crew pointed at a water spout just to the south of them.
When The Perfect Storm came out, my aunt and laughed about it being a movie about the Old Guy.
My dad and I both had cast iron stomachs, never got motion sickness at all. One time my uncle and cousin were on a ship with us when a thunderstorm rolled through. They… did not have iron stomachs, and were hanging over the side of the ship feeding the fish. It was always on the captain to decide when they turned back due to weather.
Same as the Lake O’ the Woods trip, a perfectly flat day, not a ripple, 2 guys had to be taken back within the first 45 minutes They didn’t go out the second day, so damnably rough you had to crouch down to lower your center of gravity to reel in a fish.
“…my dad was maniacal about fishing no matter the weather.”
So you’ve also met Tres Sr. it seems.
Sounds like a lifetime of great memories, thanks for sharing 4X20!
Nice fish too
Why can’t we be adults?
Doing mandatory government training right now and it’s talking about cliques and bullying.
Telling jokes is considered harassment.
This is why I don’t have friends.
Now we are learning that sexual assault is WRONG.
Thank God they told me, I might have sexually assaulted someone by accident.
Given the changes in how that is defined you may have actually assaulted someone and not know it.
Why can’t we be adults?
Because fart jokes will always be funny. . . and people are taught to be hypersensitive pansies.
Telling jokes is considered harassment.
Luckily not where I work.
This is why I don’t have friends.
I’m not the only one that is “on the spectrum”.
We all “like” each other here because we keep most everyone at a safe distance.
It helps if you can’t smell each other’s farts.
I am on the spectrum now that the spectrum is a thing. As I child I was just different.
That’s like our old family joke about not being rich enough to be eccentric.
Now we are watching a video about a group on travel and they were drinking together.
One guy tried to kiss a girl and she told him “NO!”.
He apologized and now she is having trouble at work because he is acting like nothing happened.
If he misread the situation and stopped immediately, am I the asshole(I think the answer is usually yes) for not understanding what the issue is?
Yes, he should have known beforehand! Making that mistake means he must be driven out of the village!
/Pretty much what government training tells me.
Chicks dwell on things.
Now it’s a cartoon, comparing sexual consent to tea.
This shit is giving me a tumor.
It’s important to know the sexual etiquette surrounding tea bags.
It’s a steep curve.
“If someone says they want tea and then fall asleep, don’t give them tea while they’re sleeping”
This is the intellectual level we are at.
“Is the roofie in the tea?”
+ Cosby Tea
Proper temperature and soaking time is key.
Anti religious bias!
One of life’s great regrets.
My Boy Scout Troop had done fund raising for the better part of the year so that we could do a 10 day canoe/fishing trip on the Boundary Waters… A month before going, my Mom decided that small town Illinois was going to be the end of her, with no where to grow.
So we loaded up the truck and we moved to
BeverlyPomona/Upland/San Dimas/ Walnut/Rowland Hts.Mom offered a way for me to still go, but I didn’t want her going on her own. Way things ended up timing out, it would have worked out perfectly, but it didn’t happen.
Still mean to do it someday.
The Boundary Waters are a lot of fun.
I always felt bad when we’d run across some boy scout/youth group out there though. The chaperone always looked like they were about an inch away from killing all the kids and leaving them for the bears. The kids were always being some sort of assholes to each other.
Normally we’d run across them at some portage and all the kids would be grab-assing, arguing about who had to carry what or just sitting there sullenly. And that was before cell phones and video games. I have no idea how today’s kids would handle enforced primitiveness for 10 days.
Huh, describes my Boy Scout experiences to a T. Now looking back, I wish I had put a bit more effort into it. Those were kickass days and I missed a lot of cool opportunities.
Grab-assing is part of what makes a mam a man. I’m gonna guess there was still significant amounts of grab-assery to be observed on Fourscore’s later trips.
“Mam a man” is a johno that I’ve decided to leave for posterity.
Yup. There is a lot to be said for groups of guys going off on their own.
My wife was a bit upset that my sons turned out to love going off on hunting trips with me. She doesn’t understand the appeal to boys to be off on their own away from the control of their mothers for a bit.
Fortunately my mother liked the peace and quiet once in awhile. “Why don’t you guys take a gun and go out back and see if there’s a partridge or squirrel?”
Excellent story Fourscore.
In the Before Times, a friend of mine used to go up to eastern Ontario for fishing. He has a friend up there, and asked the friend what to bring across the border. The friend said, “Booze and cigs, as much as you can.”
My friend would give some to his friend, and use the rest as trade goods.
With all of the electronic crap in a modern car, what would you need to do to make one run after an EMP event?
When’s trshy’s next episode scheduled to post?
Survival Guide: How to TEMPEST your car.
I intentionally skipped over that issue in the last episode. Didn’t want to go down that rabbit trail.
Also, I’ve been a bit sick for a few weeks, so writing the next episode isn’t top of mind. I haven’t forgotten, though.
Replace the engine and drivetrain with 40 year old parts. Otherwise, I think you are fucked.
Yep. Gotta go pre-fuel injection.
Which is a PITA.
Call Megan Fox and have her look under the hood.
Mention of her always conjures up This movie review.
I don’t know that you could.
The computer controls the fuel injectors and the timing for the spark plugs. Not feasible for someone in a disaster situation be able to replace this with a mechanical system.
If you replaced it with one that was shielded, you might still have to replace the sensors that tell the computer what is happening with the engine.
Or, what Tundra said.
Buy a pair of oxen and hook them up to your front bumper?
Hook it up to a horse.
Lean against the fender and bend over. Keep going, yep all the way past your heels and bring your head round up to your arse, then kiss it goodbye.
Had a horrifying meeting today re: automaker strategy
“We won’t be able to sell as many cars, so we need to make the ones can can sell more productive. We need to monetize the data the cars generate.”
Nope.
Up next, internet enabled kitchen knives that collect data on your favorite vegetables.
The car does not g4nerate information. It collects it. The weak link is where the automakers gather the info. Is it transmitted to them? Downloaded by a dealer when serviced?
Find out how to kill the transmitter or wife the memory. It cant be that difficult to do either.
That’s where the proposed legislation to collect mileage and automatically report it using wireless and cellular networks comes into play.
The same legislation mandates all new vehicles to have communication capabilities.
Man, it’s just unfathomable to me what a miserably insignificant life, the degree of insecurity, it must take to be concerned to this level of what everybody is doing all the time. FOMO, jealousy, graduating to “If I’m not having any fun, nobody’s going to have fun; lock it all down!!!”
The socialists (and the technocrats) believe that with just enough data and sufficient control, they can implement utopia.
Therefore, their thirst for more data is unquenchable, and it is the same with the security state.
Find out how to kill the transmitter or wife the memory.
There’s a Johno.
Another reason I wish I still had my ’72 Bronco.
I still miss my ’77 Cutlass with the odd combo of 260 V8 and BW T-5 5-speed.
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That kind of trigger discipline will get you killed.
The UN building, which takes up about 7 blocks in Manhattan, is under lockdown after an unidentified man wearing a red sweatshirt was spotted outside the building with a gun pointed under his chin. NYPD is reportedly trying to negotiate with him.
Law enforcement officers have shut down the roads surrounding the UN complex. …
Police can be seen standing outside the UN building telling the man in the red sweatshirt to “Put down the gun!” They told him, “There are better ways to get your message out.”
Lock down the building, the dangerous people are inside, cut the power and communications, don’t let them out.
I like the way you think.
“Red Sweatshirt Commits Suicide”
That’s wrong.
“Gun commits murder”
Plisade, did you manage to watch the Samurai trilogy?
Hehe, I watched the 1st and half the 2nd, and I wasn’t in a frame of mind to have objectively remembered much, so I shall soberly try again soon. I do remember really being into seeing the architecture, clothing, and that kind of thing, which was amazing. Seems like they did a good job making it look historically accurate.
Better than getting shot or eaten by an alien during some stupid shore mission.
So Fourscore, were you guys artificial lure guys? Or did you use live bait?
My old BWCA crew all grew up in the Twin Cities and all of them were big into artificial lures. They were mostly self-taught too. I don’t think that any of their dads fished much.
On the other hand, I grew up in the middle of Lake Country with a father who was an insanely good fisherman (he was a consultant for a series of Time-Life books on fishing). Dad had grown up on the Mississippi river and then learned to fish lakes when he moved to my hometown. He was a huge believer in live bait. He would tell you that he invented fishing for walleyes with a slip bobber and leeches. That was only slightly hyperbolic. I know he was the first guy I ever knew who used slip bobbers in our area.
Until I started fishing with the BWCA guys I never realized how much fishing stuff I knew just because I spent so much time with the Old Guy. They would sneer at my leeches, but the results were always in my favor.
“You use leeches for rishing instead of medicine? What a bumkin”
rishing
Not sure if making fun of my Korean wife or not….
Not. I’m bouncing between work, a meeting, and glibs.
I knew that. But I just wanted to bask in the glow and warmth of victimhood.
I don’t think UCS is lacsist.
Well, no more so than the rest of us, anyways . . .
Always artificial. At first it was the big tackle box and end up using only a couple lures. The last 10-15 years we were plastic only, each person had a favorite color, then it small tackle boxes with different size/color plastic grubs. Minnows were a pain, keeping them alive, taking way too long to rebait. atch 4-5 walleyes on plastic, try a different color or something. Plastic is way better, more lifelike. Same with bass/northerns/crappies. The outfitter would provide free minnows, we told him to give ours to some one else.
My brother and his fishing partner were trollers, boring and not very productive. The rest of us would find walleyes and sit all day catching one after the other.
Always said trolling is a “women’s sport”, and it is my wife’s favorite way to fish. Always stumps me why/how she catches 3x more fish than me, dragging the same dang lure around the lake.
Jigs, minnows, leeches and frozen smelt were our go-to BWCA setups. It was a pain bringing in live bait, but we caught a ton of fish. Rattle-raps worked pretty well, too.
I dazzled the crowd one year by catching walleye on a fly rod.
Walleye are boring, but oh so tasty!
Hey Neph, you need to watch episode 2 of the latest season (15) of It’s Always Sunny – The Gang Makes Lethal Weapon 7, immediately.
https://www.mrctv.org/videos/its-always-sunny-philadelphia-gang-makes-lethal-weapon-7-0
Watched it this morning, as well as the first episode. I thought they were pretty lackluster episodes myself.
Artemis Pebdani really takes the wrinkles out of my love-sausage.
Kinda goes w/o saying tho’.
Thanks Fourscore! That helped me get through an hour of someone telling me how to administer situational work-from-home for my employees.
https://thecovidworld.com/toronto-mayor-invites-children-5-11-to-become-vaccinated-superheroes/
Gross.
Socially acceptable sociopathy.
Summer of ’77, I fished nearly every day at the pond in front of the Dunedin (Florida) Community Center. I’d gotten pretty good at pulling in the bream, mostly catch and release with the occasional “big ones” to take home for Grandma to fry up for lunch. My attention was drawn, though, to the bass that lurked near my fishing spot, seldom seen but occasionally poaching a hooked fish before it could be landed. So I hatched a plan: ignore the little guys and concentrate on Mr. Big. Early on a Wednesday morning, I rode my bike to the pond armed only with my rod and a Rebel floating lure that looked like a shiner. As the sun began to burn the dew off the grass and other kids gathered ’round the Community Center’s flagpole to say the Pledge of Allegiance at the start of day camp, I made my first short cast of the day, jerking the lure like it was a just hooked fish.
Less than five seconds later, the huge (to my ten year-old eyes) splash and boil in the water meant that I was hooked up. With a strength borne of adrenaline and panic, I hauled with all my might. The bass flew out of the water like a piscine missile, over my shoulder and onto the grass behind me. “I got him! I got him!” I shouted to no one in particular, though the kids finishing up “…with liberty and justice for all.” heard me, and a few came running over to see. I unhooked the fish and paraded it around the assembled kids, then headed home with my trophy.
When I got there, all of my buddies were off on vacation with their parents, or at camp. Finally found a friend the next street over and Shanghaied him into taking this pic of me and my “Largmouth” bass.
Since then, I’ve caught thousands of fish, including a few legitimate big boys. But I can’t tell you the date I caught my first snook, or my first billfish, or my first hundred-pounder, or the first fish that outweighed me. But I’ll remember July 6, 1977 as long as I live.
Funny, the things that stick with us.
Nice haircut. My mom cut your hair, too ?
My mom cut your hair, too ?
The euphemisms just never quit around here, do they?
My mom cut your hair, too ?
It was the seventies, man. All of us kids wanted hair like the Bad News Bears. My Old Man, OTOH, thought that “Day Two at Parris Island” was the only appropriate cut for a male.
Me having the Pete Rose was a major concession on his part (and a great second use for those wooden salad bowls that every household had back then).
At least he has a chance at the haircut HoF.
Great story and pic!
People born in 1967 are superior people. It is known.
1969 would like a word.
The age of aquarius.
Cool story!
Apple wants me to update my devices (too many of them- wanna buy an iPad?) to some variant of iOS 15.
From what Ive read, my gut says NO. But Im crowd-sourcing opinions.
I’m still on 13. I don’t let them update stuff.
I think I already did. Been meaning to figure out if that option to spy on your messages can be turned off. I don’t do any texting so I shrugged it off.
Yes, but please delete the porn first.
I dont do pr0n on iPads, just my desktop. Prolly some dick pics for Jugsy in texts tho.
I clear browser history and run BleachBit (2X, user and administrator) before she gets home.
It was more or less forced on my work phone and tablet. No functional issues. No clue what nefarious doings it is up to in the background, though. It was forced because apparently it fixes a significant security issue.
Great article 4X20. I’ve never done anything quite so adventurous. It sounds like it would be a ton of fun. Especially if bikini-clad girls are regular visitors.