TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)

I have a nice solid
frame backpack made by Kelty with a mostly enclosed canopy. I buckled
him in and hoisted him up. We were an amphibious vehicle capable of
extended (well, two hours or until the apple juice runs out) forays
into the wilds.


I had an equivalent backpack. Took my then two-year-old out in it.
Whilst running down the trail, I didn't stoop low enough for her head
to clear a branch. Her tears lasted 3 minutes. Mine, however, lasted
a lifetime as my wife continually reminds me of the massive gash and
head-girdlling bump (one inch scratch and small bump) that I inflicted
on her baby. The kid is now twenty, but my bride brings it up about
weekly.

"What are you doing, Daddy?"

Kinda like the TV show "Dinosaurs" as the young one rides on the
daddy's shoulders, pounding daddy on the head with a sauce pan
hollaring "Not the Mommy!"

Great story, Thanks, this mad house needed that.
Frank Reid

On Aug 12, 5:06*am, Frank Reid © 2008 wrote:

I had an equivalent backpack. *Took my then two-year-old out in it.
Whilst running down the trail, I didn't stoop low enough for her head
to clear a branch. *


WHY does this not surprise me?

--riverman

On Aug 12, 1:09*am, riverman wrote:
On Aug 12, 5:06*am, Frank Reid © 2008 wrote:

I had an equivalent backpack. *Took my then two-year-old out in it.
Whilst running down the trail, I didn't stoop low enough for her head
to clear a branch. *

WHY does this not surprise me?

--riverman

Mr.Cain seems fit and able,
to enchant others with a fable,
whereas the worthy Mr.Reid,
must still repent upon his deed.

While running down a woodland track,
he bashed the contents of his pack,
a lowly branch swiped at his issue
drawing blood and scarring tissue.

Of course this filled him with regret,
it seems he is regretting yet,
and though it seems his life is charmed,
his child it seems was badly harmed.

Just a simple bump you say?
But Mrs Reid must every day,
remind him when he comes in wet,
that he it seems is running yet.

Drowned and hung and soaked and smothered,
and by insurance badly covered,
Mr.Reid relies on luck,
even when by lightning struck.

One can but hope that he survives,
just like two cats with eighteen lives,
but still there are some folk who say,
"Take cover lads! Reid´s out to play!"

This story has no moral really,
nothing silly, touchy, feely,
just take care when you are angling,
or you too may end up dangling!

Upside down form a belly boat,
a strong chest pain, constricted throat,
and please don´t even mention wading,
when you feel your life slowly fading.

Don´t take risks like Mr Reid,
don´t fill your backpack with your seed,
and if you do, make sure you duck,
or you´ll have twenty years bad luck!

TL
MC

http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage

Don´t take risks like Mr Reid,
don´t fill your backpack with your seed,
and if you do, make sure you duck,
or you´ll have twenty years bad luck!

Now, that's the Mike we all know. Then again, are you implying that's
the Frank you all know?
Frank Reid
(who's found some amazing things you can do with a 10 horse power
rototiller)

"Frank Reid © 2008" wrote in message
...
Don´t take risks like Mr Reid,
don´t fill your backpack with your seed,
and if you do, make sure you duck,
or you´ll have twenty years bad luck!

Now, that's the Mike we all know. Then again, are you implying that's
the Frank you all know?

Well, it's not the Frank we all knew......for now, anyway. What else really
matters?

Frank Reid
(who's found some amazing things you can do with a 10 horse power
rototiller)

Nothing to do with personal grooming, we hope.

Wolfgang

Wolfgang typed:
"Frank Reid © 2008" wrote in message
...
Don´t take risks like Mr Reid,
don´t fill your backpack with your seed,
and if you do, make sure you duck,
or you´ll have twenty years bad luck!

Now, that's the Mike we all know. Then again, are you implying that's
the Frank you all know?

Well, it's not the Frank we all knew......for now, anyway. What else
really
matters?

Frank Reid
(who's found some amazing things you can do with a 10 horse power
rototiller)

Nothing to do with personal grooming, we hope.

I was going to volunteer "dentistry".
--
TL,
Tim
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http://css.sbcma.com/timj

(who's found some amazing things you can do with a 10 horse power
rototiller)

Nothing to do with personal grooming, we hope. * * * *

I was going to volunteer "dentistry".

Well, if you have a bum shoulder, just don't duct tape the "go" safety
handle down on one of these things, 'cause duct tape is really hard to
remove on a bucking, self-propelled killing machine. Then again,
ground woodchuck makes good fertilizer and I found out that the
neighbor's german shepard is not so vicious after all. I now believe
he's part greyhound. As I told the owner, the bobbed tail look is in
this year.
Frank "slightly removed from suburbia" Reid

On Aug 12, 2:55*pm, Frank Reid © 2008 wrote:
Don´t take risks like Mr Reid,
don´t fill your backpack with your seed,
and if you do, make sure you duck,
or you´ll have twenty years bad luck!

Now, that's the Mike we all know. *Then again, are you implying that's
the Frank you all know?
Frank Reid
(who's found some amazing things you can do with a 10 horse power
rototiller)

Who really knows anybody? Much less on the internet?

Reid´s "Accidents, Incidents and their Avoidance", ( by one who didn
´t), is however legend.

Was hoping to see a "Double Reid" introduced as an Olympic discipline,
but they would probably have just faked it.

TL
MC

Hazel Joe,

http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HazelJoe

TL
MC

http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage

On Tue, 12 Aug 2008 12:48:07 -0700 (PDT),
wrote:

Was hoping to see a "Double Reid"

There is a half-Reid and a full-Reid. A double Reid would require his
lovely wife Brenda to accompany him on a full-Reid, or for two
fishermen, perhaps wading a current buddy-style, to both have a full
immersion. I've had a double Reid with my granddaughter, many full
Reids, and too many half Reids to count.

LaCourse

On Aug 12, 11:13*pm, Dave LaCourse wrote:
On Tue, 12 Aug 2008 12:48:07 -0700 (PDT),

wrote:
Was hoping to see a "Double Reid"

There is a half-Reid and a full-Reid. *A double Reid would require his
lovely wife Brenda to accompany him on a full-Reid, or for two
fishermen, perhaps wading a current buddy-style, to both have a full
immersion. *I've had a double Reid with my granddaughter, many full
Reids, and too many half Reids to count.

LaCourse

Rather odd really, but when I read Mr.Reids stuff, it conjures a
number of things, "bending like a Reid in the wind" also takes on new
meaning.

Somehow I can see him being dragged along an erratic plough track by
an insane machine, frantically clawing at the duct tape holding him
irrevocably bound and steering him to his unknown destiny.

It also reminds me of other things, an oboe solo I once heard, the
works of Sigurd Olson;

"I know my dream, know what I want to do, but it will die and I will
continue doing the thing that is easy, live comfortably and after a
time give up entirely. Then the ghost of what once was me, the bright
flame of the personality that was Sig Olson – adventurer, woodsman,
explorer, author, lecturer, idealist, man of the wilderness – will
stroll through my rooms as a ghost, looking disdainfully at the
comforts I have gained. Then when I am alone and it reproaches me, I
will know the meaning of the words, “He sold his birthright for a mess
of pottage,” for that is exactly what I have done. That is exactly
what I have done. That is exactly what all men do who give up their
dreams. A man who loses his dream is old, one who has it is
perennially young, I see it now as I have always seen it, but now it
is a stark reality".

http://www.herondance.org/The-Works-...9_webpage.aspx

Lots of other things come to mind as well, various mishaps and
catastrophes. Our lives are largely mapped and defined by
such................

TL
MC

http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage