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Like a properly dutifull member of the Forum, Im checking

in on a regular basis, and, of course, posting during the dog days of

summer. The place is boring, threads

are lackadaisical. I offer a quip or two, mediate a dispute, talk a bit about

music and mark time wondering where has the spark gone, the comradie, the

joy-de-klipsch.

Da hey with it, time to head out for few days, shut down the

computer with dark thoughts in the back of my mind that its time to move on,

maybe join a Nihilist forum or take up stamp collecting.

Back in town I warm up the tubes, spin up the PC and drill

down to the Forum expecting more of the same ole, same ole.

To my astonishment all hell has broken loose. Massive threads on Jubilees; locked threads;

topics are lasting about five hours before being replaced by new ones sending

them to oblivion on the page 2.

Incredible scores, stuff for sale and sold, a massive sucking sound as

the national consumer debt doubles yet again on the purchases of Rosewood somethings; Belles; Industrial LaScalas

etc. Technical nuances abound; SET slug-fests breakout; reel-to-reel makes a

comeback; newcomers come out of the blue with really good advice. Have I mentioned that there seems to be

Dtels everywhere?

Shaken I stare into the mirror, face it Thebes, your exalted

genius and trenchant observations has dampened the creative tendencies of the

masses. Now left alone to their own devices they have achieved if not

greatness, a close approximation.

Almost but not quite.

After all I am a legend in my own mind, and I soon ascertain whats

going on, the damned truants have been holding their fire until I left

town. No longer charged with having to

respond to threads about music, exploding amps and hot chicks, they are free to

indulge themselves in just playing with toys.

Swap it, trade it, buy it, roll-around on the floor with it. Schools out

and we are going to play.

So Im wise to your juvenile games but the sheriff s back in

town, and I will soon be launching a series of threads wherein we will discuss

Descartes, the 6th Movement of Jill St. John and my personal

favorite Cricket.

But before I do

Lets do a Thebes special a two-fer, yes two, count them two

threads in one.

SO THE TWINS AND I.

Head up North to a camp.

Most of you know them as cabins but in Upstate New York and Michigan

they are camps. For the highway phase

we use a 59 Pontiac station wagon, complete with fins. Tickles and Tawny are both wearing the same

outfit (this is a first) white sneakers, cutoff white blue-jean shorts, checkered blouses tied into a bow above their belly buttons with

bobtailed hair, chewing gum planted firmly in cheek and those little fan things

on a stick stuck out the window to twirl in the breeze.

A few hours later we

hit Syracuse settle in under Moms Maple tree in the backyard with relatives

and rug rats all over the place. Steak, salt potatoes and fresh corn for

dinner. Followed by a freshly made

upside down cake with hard sauce. From

here its off to the North Country, much more rural and rugged. I borrow my brothers beat-up gray Ford E350

work van and off we go. Tickles is in

the middle perched on the beer cooler wearing a CampFire Girl uniform complete

with white stockings and loafers. Tawnys riding shotgun wearing jeans,

short-sleeved khaki work shirt , Ag-way cap and with her right arm out the

window displaying her tattoo Killem All!.

Two hours later we are on Trout Lake ensconced in a pristine

1950s summer camp, screened front porch tucked under trees, knotty pine

paneling throughout, 50 year old furniture with beds that you sink into they

are so old. A gorgeous view of the entire lake, a small sandy beach, fire-pit,

dock and boat house. Toys, canoes, aluminum fishing boat, 16ft runabout, kayak,

and original Howdy Doody floats assure a fun time for all.

With the smell of Balsam firs in our nostrils we settle in

for a restful sleep.

Early the next day I take The Twins out on their first foray

into that arcane male sport know as fishin.

With loons serenading us we head to my favorite super-duper secret

fishing spot After all Im known in these parts as The Lunker King and after

shaking off the so called competition I arrive and prepare them for their

first foray into bassin.

Immediately things start to go wrong. Thinking to start them off easy I open up a

can of worms and the screams are deafening.

I immediately hide the frogs and decide that crayfish are more their

style. Looking better they think they

are cute until one of the little buggers decides to use one of its claws to

make a statement. After the noise

quiets down I realize that one of the tackles boxes is actually full of

electronics bits and pieces. A little

quick work results in some sonically correct lures. I attach one, hand the pole

to Tickles and immediately she has a strike.

Pull, I yell, oh I like to pull it she replies and soon

shes landed an 18 small with more to follow. So Im thinking Im doing all

right until a very active 22 largemouth gets loose in the boat and some fish

slime gets on the girls.

Thats the end of that excursion. Sure they let me gut the

bass for them and grill them up with a little fresh herbs, butter and lemon.

But here I am huddled under a blanket on the planks in the boat house, while up

above me I can smell the fish and the sweet aroma of a crackling fire in the

camps hearth.

Tomorrow Ill take

them out in the Sunfish. Im

sure they will remember to duck when I change tacks so the sail boom wont hit

them in the head.

Things are looking up!

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Overall I felt that the orange cap produced the most catches.

It is also important to orient the cap in the proper direction with the

arrows pointing towards the surfaces. This creates less confusion

in the fish.

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Almost but not quite. After all I am a legend in my own mind, and I soon ascertain whats going on, the damned truants have been holding their fire until I left town. No longer charged with having to respond to threads about music, exploding amps and hot chicks, they are free to indulge themselves in just playing with toys. Swap it, trade it, buy it, roll-around on the floor with it. Schools out and we are going to play.

Okay, okay you caught us. It sure has been fun just playing, sure you don't want to join us for awhile![;)]

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Overall I felt that the orange cap produced the most catches

It is also important to orient the cap in the proper direction with the arrows pointing towards the surfaces. This creates less confusion in the fish.

WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE BAITS?? THAT IS WHAT I NEED TO CHARGE UP MY BASS FISHING!!! I WANT!!

BERRYBOY ROY

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Overall I felt that the orange cap produced the most catches.

It is also important to orient the cap in the proper direction with the arrows pointing towards the surfaces. This creates less confusion in the fish.

Do we really care if the fish are confused? Isn't it better for us if they are?

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Overall I felt that the orange cap produced the most catches.

It is also important to orient the cap in the proper direction with the arrows pointing towards the surfaces. This creates less confusion in the fish.

thebes,

The caps I find to be the best are blasting caps, attached to a couple of sticks of Duponts finest they'll blow anything else out of the water![6]

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Overall I felt that the orange cap produced the most catches.

It

is also important to orient the cap in the proper direction with the

arrows pointing towards the surfaces. This creates less confusion

in the fish.

Do we really care if the fish are confused? Isn't it better for us if they are?

Now Paul, all accomplished AudioAnglers (as we call outselves) know

that if you are using directional caps they must be oriented

properly. When the fish hits the lure he looks at the little

arrow on the cap and instinctively knows that he should swin up towards

the boat. After all, AudioAnglers are a lazy lot, and the less

pullng and tugging to land a fish the more time we will have back on

shore listening to our systems.

I don't know Ozark, where I angle dynamite is frowned upon in favor of hand grenades.

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