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Archive for March 28th, 2004
The magic 30-inch speck.
Only three in 10,000 speckled trout will live to be 9 years old, and it is the 9-year-old trout that achieves the magic 30-inch length that marks a milestone for most saltwater anglers.
As nature would have it, every one of those 30-inch trout is a female.
It is in the spring, when the winds are shifty and unpredictable, that the sow trout grow heavy with eggs and mean with an aggressive-protective streak. It is the mass of eggs that push the long, skinny females over the 10-pound threshold, and it’s the attitude geared to survival that sends them on the attack.
National Freshwater Fishing Hall of Famer Bill Vanderford on spring fishing for freshwater stripers.
Unlike black bass, stripers are normally not structure oriented. They are an open water eating machine and always go where the most food is found, and during the first warm days of late winter or early spring, striped bass will venture into major tributaries to go through the spawning process. These tributaries could be rivers or major creeks that feed the lake. Locating the big linesided predators in these general areas can be as easy as discovering their food supply.
He deals mostly with the stripers in Georgia’s Lake Lanier, but I don’t suspect the population there is much different from those in any other location.
Also, there’s a Freshwater Fishing Hall of Fame? Does that mean there’s also a Saltwater Fishing Hall of Fame? Because there doesn’t appear to be.
I’ve heard there’s a Pompano Hall Of Fame in Tarboro, but’s not online.
Saddam’s French lawyer criticizes Bush
Verges has previously defended Klaus Barbie, a Nazi Gestapo chief in France during World War II. Last month, Khieu Samphan, a former Khmer Rouge leader, said he had picked Verges to defend him at a proposed genocide trial for surviving leaders of the group that ruled Cambodia in the 1970s.
He must be trying to collect the whole set.
I was going to link to the beer and mead column Julie Bradford of All About Beer Magazine wrote for the N&O’s weekend section, but the editors there didn’t see fit to make it available to an online audience.
So I scanned the relevant portions in.
Continue reading ‘Pleased to Mead Me’ »
Attention comrades! Be on alert! The jackbooted federales have come to UNC!
Their mission: To “investigate” the moral correction rightly given a student, as if a white man, by default given a thoroughly unjustified position of power in our morally corrupt society, could ever truly “learn” anything, by a professor rightly outraged by his assumption that “free speech” includes the right to disagree with the positions of a objectively oppressed, again, by a morally corrupt society, minority.
Again I say; This cannot stand! Attica! Attica!
The memoirs of Ngnat’s Great-Grandmother, Iva Wright.
It was about that time that Tommy started talking about his brother, John. Of course, he didn’t have a brother, but he thought he did. Every day, he would have a story to tell us about this imaginary brother John. John was a superman. He could do anything and go anywhere and he had all sorts of amazing adventures. After a while, we came to believe that the cure for this imaginary playmate was a real brother. We ordered one.
One day shortly before our new baby was born, Tommy went outside to play and, as there was no fence to keep him out, wandered over into Mrs. Meekins’ yard. She was outside that day cleaning one of her antique treasures, an old spool bed. She had taken it partially apart and a small piece was lying on the ground. Curious, Tommy picked it up. When she discovered that he had it, she flew into a rage and came to our front door calling me. Showing me what he had taken, she began to rant and rave about how much our children were bothering her. “They stand outside and look through the windows at me,” she said.
Continue reading ‘Alabama Roots: Columbia Continued’ »
An Alaskan reviews Texas beer.
Texas has never been known for outstanding beer, but the Lone Star State still offers a few good examples of lighter fare. This part of the country enjoyed prolific European immigration - specifically from Germany - throughout the 1800s. That infusion of people brought the brewing experience for some world-class styles of beer. Can we blame early Southwestern brewers if they arrived on the arid soil and found their mainstream bocks and heady dark beers just a little bit too cloying in the noonday sun?
A Black Drum fight to remember.
There must have been hundreds of them and they turned the sea black as they swam past. I managed to hook one of the beasts on a light spinning rod and reel loaded with 10-pound test line.
South Carolina heads for a tumultuous political showdown over the liquor minibottle, the mandatory use of which in bars and restaurants has heretofore been enshrined in the state’s constitution.
…as it turns out — and on this the minibottle lovers and haters agree — the minibottle is not so small, after all. A minibottle holds 1.7 ounces of liquor, and bartenders must pour all 1.7 ounces — no more, no less. It may not look like much, but compared with the average drink size around the country — which is 1 to 1.25 ounces of liquor — it packs a wallop.
And South Carolina dispenses a lot of wallop. Each year, the state’s bars sell about 70 million minibottles, and the number is only expected to rise as more tourists visit Charleston’s graceful, antebellum streets and go wild on the strip in Myrtle Beach.
The Palmettos have a powerful suspicion of the man behind the bar, that’s for sure. I mentioned the situation to the wife, whose immediate response was. “How else can you be sure the bartender isn’t stiffing you?”
I always dealt with that fear by overtipping at the start of the night. The thought of amending the constitution so I wouldn’t have to tip as generously never occured to me.