Milia B

Merry Birthday, Tater-Tot !

Pete, your not the first guy I've heard the "show us those babies" request from in my life ....LOL

I've been here for about a year, and just wondering if anyone else hand carves their baits ( i do ) I have all the equipment to knock them out quick ( a bandsaw and such ) but it seems that I get a lot more enjoyment out of carving a blank by hand.... it may take a few hours but everyone is unique, sometimes the finished lure isnt even what I thought I was going to be when I started carving it....what about you guys ?

I dont think its slow at all, just having trouble navigating the new site...I liked the old one better I think

In his youth, Pete loved wine, women, and song. I hear he can still sing! I wish you health, continued prosperity, and eventually, a measure of respect. LOL Pete, you know I'm crazy for you wish I was there, Milia

Dave, I think you need to recalibrate the settings on that "earthquake" machine you've been working on.

Happy, Happy Birthday Baby!

V-Man, Congratulations to you and your wife! I never thought you had it in you ! LOL A more serious thought for everyone. The storm of childbirth has come Violent, painful, relentless In it's wake, beautiful sunshine ISABELLA ! Some where in the back of my minds eye I see you feverishly building so sort of Rube Goldberg devise to bathe, powder, diaper and burp little Isabella V-baby You would think the name Isabella would somehow have "beautiful" in it's meaning but actually it means "devoted to GOD" Luv ya Milia

Thanks guys, I've been pretty busy lately but it's starting to slow up. I'll try to be around a little more from here on.

A very cool idea indeed!

In my best Rodney King impersonation > "Can't we all just get along?". Honestly Mr. Moderator it looks as though this is quite a sticky wicket! ; )

A little Absolute Vodka and alot of Baileys Irish Cream ... ...the oldies are the best in my book too !

Ok here goes......... am sure alot of you guys can relate; Four married guys go fishing, after an hour the following conversation takes place . First guy; "you have no idea what I had to do to be able to come fishing this weekend. I had to promise my wife that I will paint every room in the house next weekend". Second guy: "Thats nothing, I had to promise my wife I'd build a new deck by the pool" Third guy; "Man you both have it easy , I had to promise my wife I'd remodel the kitchen!" They continue to fish when they realize the fourth guy hasnt said a word. So they ask him, you havent said anything about what you had to do to be able to come fishing this weekend ....whats the deal?" Fouth guy; "I just set my alarm for 4am, when it went off, I shut the alarm off, nudged my wife, and said ...."fishing or sex" .... she said ...."wear a sweater" :D:D:D:D:D:D:D I've had 2 drinks tonight so just in case this isnt funny I apoligize Milia

Dave aka; the Professor, I know you love the "techy" stuff but keep this basic principle in mind for future problem solving it's know as "Occum's razor" which for the guys that haven't heard of this principle means the simplest solution is probaly the right one. I'm surprised you didn't suggest the Van Allen Belt or maybe global warming, maybe the mold was actually poured in a pararel universe and beamed here with a transporter beam by those pesky lil~ green men. Just poking you with my pointy stick hun, we all know how much you bring to T.U.

You could live a hundred years and never see anything more beautiful than the flats off the Florida Keys. The waters are warm, shallow, and clear as gin. Yet somehow between the sugar sand and a sky filled with clouds you could climb, this watery landscape is transformed into a myriad of colors. One moment it takes on the blue-green of a '57 Chevy, swirled with streams of lavender. Then, it's olive etched turtle grass floor appears from the sand. And somehow the sunlight changes it once again, to a tantilizing sapphire blue. This bright place is filled with life and has it's own rhythm. A pair of ink black rays glide through the waters like stealth fighters, casting wavy shadows as they silently pass by. Bonefish stir the sand, their tails tipping out of the water in persuit of shrimp and crab with the changing tide. As I look out across the horizon in the distance, it all seems to merge into one, and with that, the hope of a big fish calls. I have come to this place for an audience with the king, the "silver king" as tarpon are called. Anyone who grew up reading Field & Stream is reverent of this big, powerful fish. Tarpon migrating through The Keys can weigh more than 150 pounds. Record fish in Florida exceed 200 pounds. It's back is dark green, bluish, almost black, with a prominint dorsal fin and metallic, silver sides. It has a boney mouth that turns upward. It feeds on crab and fish like mullet, swallowing them whole. Sight fishing for tarpon is just that: watching the clear waters for fish and then casting your line in their direction, waiting for their reaction. I know that even if I catch this silver wonder, weboth will win in the end and I will set him free. But the wind and clouds have their own agenda now. It's blowing and the clouds make it difficult to see into the waters. The waves created by the wind don't help either. Still I am mesmerized watching for tarpon in the water. Standing in the boat, my rod ready to cast, my eyes peeled for rolling or their dark torpedo like fourms moving through the water. I remind myself that should I be lucky enough to get a strike, I must fight the impulse to pull back on the line when he makes his run into the air. To catch a tarpon, you must learn to "bow to the king" - bend toward him, giving the line slack as he leaps up in battle trying to throw the hook. The tarpon's true glory may be in his acrobatic attemps to break free of the line. The boat gently sways, the water now kissing the hull. An osprey whistles out from it's perch in the pines along the shore. I'm distracted and look up at the sky. It's almost too big to take in. It's quiet, peacful, almost motionless above. The sunlight streams through the clouds, and the water sparkles. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there they are, within shouting distance - tarpon! I feel the rush of adrenaline as I hold my breath and cast in their direction. He strikes. I have him - but only for a split second. I make one wrong move, and he makes his escape. The silver king has won. He streaks away in a flash of glory. No tarpon today. And with all the respect he is due, I now bow to the silver king.

Professor, what? No coconuts and palm fronds?!? Ginger and Maryann aren't too happy with this design.

I may not know much, cant get my baits balast right ...cant get my lips cut right ...cant get the paint job right ...deffinetly cant get a swimbait to swim ...but I do know that Dr. Kildare commited malpractice by having a double identity! Shame on you Pete ... you bad boy you should be diciplined and I know just the person to do it

Ah-Haa ! ..."boiled sweets" are hard candy ...makes sense ...you have to boil the sugar to make candy ...but why dont you Aussies learn to speak English for gosh sakes ! On a whole different note to keep with the integrity of this thread. I've come to the conclussion the Dave ..aka Vodkaman isnt a human ...he's part robot ( which he most likely built himself ) and part computer program ... Mac not PC I hope .... ( which he probably wrote the program for ) When I picture him in my minds eye I see him out there in Indoniesia building shortwave radios out of coconuts and what nots he finds washed up on the beach... ( like the Professor on Gilligans Island ) He is one very smart cookie... I think the 10,000th member should be sent to Indoniesia to study at the feet of the great master, the inovator, the geinus that is ....Vodkaman !!!

Pete what the heck is a "boiled sweet?" and where do i find the recipie

A day that will live in infamy !!! 4/21/09 ...Vodkaman was actually wrong about something !!! ( it dosnt happen often )

Dont worry guys ( Phil & V-man) lots of guys have trouble ( especially Englishmen ) have difficulty with their rods from time to time.