....got the fever....

On Mar 14, 7:56*am, "john b" wrote:
Oh yeah, I'm barreling down the road. I have everything I need!

You see, I keep a rucksack by my door with my four piece Penns five weight
nearby. . *All I need to do is grab a liter of frozen water from the freezer
and I am ready to go. I keep my sack stocked with crackers and peanut butter
and candy bars and occasionally I'll toss in some carrots or apples.

I head down the highway and take a turn. A few clicks up the mountain and I
am beyond electric, beyond water and beyond pavement.

I stop at a sari sari store, like a rum shop kiosk and chat with the boys..
They laugh and ask if I am going fishing again. * I hold my rod case high
and say, "Yes, I am!"

Sometimes I bring the small ones back with me and give them out...for these
folks...it is a blessing of food.

For many kilometers I hike.

At the river I unpack. *From my rucksack I take my vest and hang it on a
tree limb. The frozen liter goes in the sun to provide me with cold water
whenever I need it. The rod I lay beside a tree.

I study the water. The big one is in there...I know it!

I munch a snack, plan my attack....

And then I go to my rucksack and *get my gold pan.....yeah baby I am panning
for gold.

I got the fever!

john

Here in the states, we have some shows on digging for gold in Alaska.
Cool one is the guys diving with dredge hoses in Nome. Something I
would have done when I was younger. Looked cool.
Frank Reid

when i had a place on elk creek in watauga county, nc a family (man,
woman, 2 kids) did the gold mining thing in the creek. really screwed
up the fishing...

jeff

On 3/18/2012 9:54 AM, Frank Reid © 2010 wrote:
On Mar 14, 7:56 am, "john wrote:
Oh yeah, I'm barreling down the road. I have everything I need!

You see, I keep a rucksack by my door with my four piece Penns five weight
nearby. . All I need to do is grab a liter of frozen water from the freezer
and I am ready to go. I keep my sack stocked with crackers and peanut butter
and candy bars and occasionally I'll toss in some carrots or apples.

I head down the highway and take a turn. A few clicks up the mountain and I
am beyond electric, beyond water and beyond pavement.

I stop at a sari sari store, like a rum shop kiosk and chat with the boys.
They laugh and ask if I am going fishing again. I hold my rod case high
and say, "Yes, I am!"

Sometimes I bring the small ones back with me and give them out...for these
folks...it is a blessing of food.

For many kilometers I hike.

At the river I unpack. From my rucksack I take my vest and hang it on a
tree limb. The frozen liter goes in the sun to provide me with cold water
whenever I need it. The rod I lay beside a tree.

I study the water. The big one is in there...I know it!

I munch a snack, plan my attack....

And then I go to my rucksack and get my gold pan.....yeah baby I am panning
for gold.

I got the fever!

john

Here in the states, we have some shows on digging for gold in Alaska.
Cool one is the guys diving with dredge hoses in Nome. Something I
would have done when I was younger. Looked cool.
Frank Reid

Frank Reid © 2010 typed:
On Mar 14, 7:56 am, "john b" wrote:
snip
And then I go to my rucksack and get my gold pan.....yeah baby I am
panning for gold.

I got the fever!

Here in the states, we have some shows on digging for gold in Alaska.
Cool one is the guys diving with dredge hoses in Nome. Something I
would have done when I was younger. Looked cool.

Frank in a diving suit in 30 feet of water, holding a strong suction hose,
heat and air provide by hoses from crappy equipment based on a platform
dredge that looks like in wouldn't float in a puddle and would fall apart in
a mild breeze. What could go wrong?
--
TL,
Tim

On 2012-03-20 16:19:25 -0400, "Tim J."
said:

Frank Reid © 2010 typed:
On Mar 14, 7:56 am, "john b" wrote:
snip
And then I go to my rucksack and get my gold pan.....yeah baby I am
panning for gold.

I got the fever!

Here in the states, we have some shows on digging for gold in Alaska.
Cool one is the guys diving with dredge hoses in Nome. Something I
would have done when I was younger. Looked cool.

Frank in a diving suit in 30 feet of water, holding a strong suction hose,
heat and air provide by hoses from crappy equipment based on a platform
dredge that looks like in wouldn't float in a puddle and would fall apart in
a mild breeze. What could go wrong?

Frank in a set of waders in fast water, holding a beloved flyrod, using
a Falstaff with worn rubber bands, on shaky knees, casting a size 2 10x
streamer without its barb pinched, in a mild breeze. What could go
wrong?

d;o)

On Mar 21, 10:58*am, D. LaCourse wrote:
On 2012-03-20 16:19:25 -0400, "Tim J."
said:









Frank Reid © 2010 typed:
On Mar 14, 7:56 am, "john b" wrote:
snip
And then I go to my rucksack and get my gold pan.....yeah baby I am
panning for gold.

I got the fever!

Here in the states, we have some shows on digging for gold in Alaska.
Cool one is the guys diving with dredge hoses in Nome. *Something I
would have done when I was younger. *Looked cool.

Frank in a diving suit in 30 feet of water, holding a strong suction hose,
heat and air provide by hoses from crappy equipment based on a platform
dredge that looks like in wouldn't float in a puddle and would fall apart in
a mild breeze. What could go wrong?

Frank in a set of waders in fast water, holding a beloved flyrod, using
a Falstaff with worn rubber bands, on shaky knees, casting a size 2 10x
streamer without its barb pinched, in a mild breeze. *What could go
wrong?

d;o)

NAUI certified diver, private pilots license, white water rescue
certification... just 'cause I've had a couple of mishaps... all that
good goes out the window. Geez.
Frank Reid
(yeah, just because I drove the Rose Parade float into the crowd
doesn't mean it was all my fault)

On 2012-03-23 23:33:09 -0400, Frank Reid � 2010 said:

(yeah, just because I drove the Rose Parade float into the crowd
doesn't mean it was all my fault)

Ta da! d;o)