Penns Clave Bronzeback Flotilla Update

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lid says...


But then again, I'd be the guy searching for a hot dog in Paris.


I, in fact, have eaten a hot dog in Paris. It wasn't by choice,
we were in a hurry and the first street vendor we came across was
selling hot dogs. It was a fascinating example of cultural differences
though.

First, they whacked a hot dog sized section off a baguette, and then
they jammed this long pointed metal rod thingy into one end and pushed
it almost to the other end. Then they pushed a button on the metal
rod thingy aforementioned and it steamed the bread from the inside,
so it was all warm and moist on the inside, after which they jammed
the hot dog down into the hole (sorry if this is starting to sound
pornographic.)

After all that, they asked if we wanted mustard or ketchup. We told
them we wanted both, and they looked at us like we were escaped mental
patients.

Kevin

Ken Fortenberry wrote in message . com...
Tom Gibson wrote:
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Of course poppers, buggers, hellgramites, crayfish and locusts may
also be effective. Stiff leaders and strong tippet material
recommended. 0X-2X?

As always, YMMV.

Well, my M certainly V's.

Can I call 'em or what?

Some of you guys are traveling great distances to fish some of the
finest trout waters in the eastern half of North America and you're
gonna go chuck ****in' wooly buggers to small mouth friggin' bass ?!?

Why limit yourself to "some of the finest trout waters..." when only a
few miles downsteam are some of the finest smallmouth bass waters...
But then again, aren't you the guy that prefers one and only one brand
of beer? Me, I'm with Morgan Freeman's character in "Robin Hood" when
he says Allah loves wondrous variety. I happen to enjoy more than one
type of fishing and nearly all types of beer.

Oh, and that's "wet flies" not "****in' wooly buggers". G

And yes, we are all most definitely crazy, some more than others...

Plus, I found a great parking place today with reasonably easy access
for getting the boats out of the creek.

"Ken Fortenberry" wrote in
message . com...
Wolfgang wrote:
"Ken Fortenberry" wrote:

It's like going to Paris and saying, yeah, the Louvre is cool, the
restaurants are nice and the sidewalk cafes are neat but we really
have to set aside one day to take in a baseball game.

Ever wonder what it would be like to decide for yourself what you
like and
what you don't? Don't bother.......you wouldn't like it.

You don't get it. I LOVE baseball.

So, who told you.....Dougie? And so what? What's to get? Do you
really believe that anyone cares how you feel about baseball.....or
Paris.....or bruschetta? Ever wonder what it would be like to decide
for yourself what you like and what you don't? Ask around. Lots of
people decide these things for themselves. In short, you are
superfluous......you STILL don't have a reason to live......well,
other than worshipping Dougie, that is. Frankly, I don't think that's
enough. But, I guess you take what you can get, huh?

Better go back to being incomprehensible, inscrutable just ain't
gonna
work for you.

Uh huh.

Wolfgang

"Kevin Vang" wrote in message
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In article ,
lid says...


But then again, I'd be the guy searching for a hot dog in Paris.


I, in fact, have eaten a hot dog in Paris. It wasn't by choice,
we were in a hurry and the first street vendor we came across was
selling hot dogs. It was a fascinating example of cultural differences
though.

First, they whacked a hot dog sized section off a baguette, and then
they jammed this long pointed metal rod thingy into one end and pushed
it almost to the other end. Then they pushed a button on the metal
rod thingy aforementioned and it steamed the bread from the inside,
so it was all warm and moist on the inside, after which they jammed
the hot dog down into the hole (sorry if this is starting to sound
pornographic.)

After all that, they asked if we wanted mustard or ketchup. We told
them we wanted both, and they looked at us like we were escaped mental
patients.

Only an escaped mental patient would put ketchup on a hot dog.

I have a co-worker who is a retired NYPD cop, I also have a wife who
puts ketchup on hotdogs. The Newyawker is a hotdog eating fanatic, he refers
to the product sold by street venders as "dirty water dawgs". One time we
were all having a dog together at a local stand and he was aghast that my
wife puts ketchup on hers. He said, "Back home, if you asks for ketchup at a
hotdog stand they'll tell ya "If you want ketchup, take your miserable ass
across the street to McDonalds, dey got ketchup there"".

Wolfgang wrote:
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In short, ...

Now, THAT'S funny.

--
Ken Fortenberry

Tom Gibson wrote:


Plus, I found a great parking place today with reasonably easy access
for getting the boats out of the creek.

and...um...have you found a sufficient supply of boats for those of us
who are looking forward to being able to ride in a boat that we can get
into and out of the creek? Joe and I need a ride (well...joe seemed a
bit uncertain, so i'll let him speak for himself... but i'll need a ride
all around. wolf...are you drivin?

jeff (who has no interest in Paris...but loves hot dogs with ketchup...
obviously, i pass the penns' bronzeback school of dunces entrance exam)

Joe McIntosh wrote:

"Wolfgang"


Indian Joe remembers---seems like many Americans visiting Paris go to
McDonalds for american made dogs--i only stopped to use the clean bathroom.
But i did order a German spring sausage someplace--the ingrediants were
chopper rather than ground- ah a piece of lung--some more heart--a little
piece of goider.

hmmm...didn't realize there was a secondary market for the remains of
wolfie's lab projects... but Paris seems a fitting place to send the stuff.

jeff

Tom Gibson wrote:

Ken Fortenberry wrote:

Some of you guys are traveling great distances to fish some of the
finest trout waters in the eastern half of North America and you're
gonna go chuck ****in' wooly buggers to small mouth friggin' bass ?!?

Why limit yourself to "some of the finest trout waters..." when only a
few miles downsteam are some of the finest smallmouth bass waters...

Same reason I wouldn't go to a four star restaurant and order a double
cheeseburger, I guess. Not that there's anything wrong with double
cheeseburgers, you understand.

But then again, aren't you the guy that prefers one and only one brand
of beer? ...

Yep, that's me. I have been known to drink something other than Budweiser
but that's what I prefer.

Oh, and that's "wet flies" not "****in' wooly buggers". G

I stand corrected. ;-)

And yes, we are all most definitely crazy, some more than others...

Truer words were never spoken.

--
Ken Fortenberry

"Ken Fortenberry" wrote in message
. com...
Tom Gibson wrote:
waters..." when only a
few miles downsteam are some of the finest smallmouth bass waters...

Same reason I wouldn't go to a four star restaurant and order a double
cheeseburger, I guess. Not that there's anything wrong with double
cheeseburgers, you understand.
Snippage

But I would expect that even you after spending a week eating at he same
four star restaurant, might opt to seek a change of pace with another
cuisine.

--
Bob Weinberger
La, Grande, OR

place a dot between bobs and stuff and remove invalid to send email

Bob Weinberger wrote:
"Ken Fortenberry" wrote:

Same reason I wouldn't go to a four star restaurant and order a double
cheeseburger, I guess. Not that there's anything wrong with double
cheeseburgers, you understand.

Snippage

But I would expect that even you after spending a week eating at he same
four star restaurant, might opt to seek a change of pace with another
cuisine.

Well, a trout stream changes menus a lot more often than a four star
restaurant. I can fish the same stretch of trout stream daily for months
and not feel the need for a "change of pace." That's the way I fish. I
much prefer to know one piece of water very well than to know several
stretches of water just so-so. One week on a particular stretch of trout
stream wouldn't even be a good start, especially if I planned to make an
annual trip to the same waters during the same week.

Like Tom said, YMMV.

--
Ken Fortenberry