Here in Minneapolis enjoying a single malt before dinner and
watching my Cardinals on the tube (with frequent channel changes
to watch the Final Four ;-).

I see His Loony Mikeness has fired up his sockpuppets again,
what a hoot.

Damn good Fly Fishing Expo here and very well attended, I didn't
get a chance to fish on the way up, spring has not yet come to
Minnesota, unlike Urbana. When I crossed the Mississippi at
LaCrosse I saw hunks of off-white, mineral-streaked ice clinging
improbably to the limestone cliffs like the old smoker's lone
remaining tooth. And it was 42F and raining. I did stop and look
at a trout stream but didn't wet a line.

Took a fly tying class with Bill Sherer and tied up some wicked
large creations that are supposed to catch Musky. I thought I
might follow His Loony Mikeness' advice and try to heave them with
my 3wt but settled instead for test casting several 9' 9wts. The
one I finally bought is fast, *WAY* fast, but it does feel real
nice in the hand and I was able to lay out 85-90 ft without a haul.
Sweeeeeeeeet.

OK ... short hiatus. I had a brain fart and left the PowerBook's
power cord at home. When the battery ran out I finished my Scotch,
had dinner at Friday's, (it was lame but the restaurant here at
the Sheraton is lamer and more expensive), then went over to Mall
of America to buy a new power cord. GODDAMN ! that's a big friggin'
shopping mall !!

So I'm back home, the UCLA-Florida game is at halftime and I'm
gonna sit here, have another Laphroaig and tie up some Musky
flies.

I still haven't decided whether I'm gonna try to fish on the way
back to Urbana but the weather is awful nasty and I'm leaning
towards blowing it off.

Later boyos, and Wayno, I didn't believe your bull**** about never
drinking a $30 bottle of wine but I sent you that Ferrari just in
case. ;-)

--
Ken Fortenberry