I'm going Up the River (wonder what the kids'll make-a-that)

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Fuck, now Im craving fried catfish lol, and the butcher done for the day lol. Ugh. Hmmmm, what to eat tonight. Craving seafood.
 

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I love to catch catfish. My favorite fish to eat....flounder and salmon coming in second. Any of you ever go fly fishing? I've tried but I am NOT good at it. I am patient when it comes to fishing (of course that comes with the sport) but fly fishing to me is difficult.


I love some fried catfish, also followed by salmon and flounder lol. Must be a Southern thang. My brother lives in Seattle, if you ever get out that way, you MUST try the salmon if you like salmon.

Atlantic salmon is my favorite....I tried sockeye one time and it was just nasty as hell. Tough fish to eat and had a funny taste to it.
 

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I love to catch catfish. My favorite fish to eat....flounder and salmon coming in second. Any of you ever go fly fishing? I've tried but I am NOT good at it. I am patient when it comes to fishing (of course that comes with the sport) but fly fishing to me is difficult.


I love some fried catfish, also followed by salmon and flounder lol. Must be a Southern thang. My brother lives in Seattle, if you ever get out that way, you MUST try the salmon if you like salmon.

Atlantic salmon is my favorite....I tried sockeye one time and it was just nasty as hell. Tough fish to eat and had a funny taste to it.


Weird! I've always had good sockeye.

I make damn good Atlantic though lol. I grill it with a BBQ dry rub, I bake it with either a mango chutney or with jalapenos and honey, and I like to batter it and fry it with Cajun lol.
 

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Fuck do you put any fish with the seasoning ?
Sea Salt lemon Olive oil and a hot grill ... how do you say you like Salmon and you put a bunch of shit on it ?
 

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Fuck do you put any fish with the seasoning ?
Sea Salt lemon Olive oil and a hot grill ... how do you say you like Salmon and you put a bunch of shit on it ?

I eat it how I want!

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NO fuck dimwit ... but don't say you like Salmon when you Shelac it with a bunch of shit ..
 

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NO fuck dimwit ... but don't say you like Salmon when you Shelac it with a bunch of shit ..

You eat it like my Dad's wife, like a lady lol. Spice it up mang!
 

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I love to catch catfish. My favorite fish to eat....flounder and salmon coming in second. Any of you ever go fly fishing? I've tried but I am NOT good at it. I am patient when it comes to fishing (of course that comes with the sport) but fly fishing to me is difficult.


I love some fried catfish, also followed by salmon and flounder lol. Must be a Southern thang. My brother lives in Seattle, if you ever get out that way, you MUST try the salmon if you like salmon.

Atlantic salmon is my favorite....I tried sockeye one time and it was just nasty as hell. Tough fish to eat and had a funny taste to it.


Weird! I've always had good sockeye.

I make damn good Atlantic though lol. I grill it with a BBQ dry rub, I bake it with either a mango chutney or with jalapenos and honey, and I like to batter it and fry it with Cajun lol.

Rosemary, lemon juice, season salt and garlic powder. Sooooooo damn good!
 
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Bit-o-a-chilly morn, but I'm going to see if they'll take on top at the local largemouth lake.
GottheSpooks, Jitterbug, Choppo 90 ready to rip. Mag Pop-R too.

Later in the day I'll get down to the lovely Lenapehanna see if the Smallies are werkin.
Wild grapes are coming ripe also.

Well, I see you lazy bad tarded welfare types aren't awake yet.
So I'll be on my way w/o delay.
 

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Bit-o-a-chilly morn, but I'm going to see if they'll take on top at the local largemouth lake.
GottheSpooks, Jitterbug, Choppo 90 ready to rip. Mag Pop-R too.

Later in the day I'll get down to the lovely Lenapehanna see if the Smallies are werkin.
Wild grapes are coming ripe also.

Well, I see you lazy bad tarded welfare types aren't awake yet.
So I'll be on my way w/o delay.


Muscadines?? My favorite are the white....also known as scuccapones.
 
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Bit-o-a-chilly morn, but I'm going to see if they'll take on top at the local largemouth lake.
GottheSpooks, Jitterbug, Choppo 90 ready to rip. Mag Pop-R too.

Later in the day I'll get down to the lovely Lenapehanna see if the Smallies are werkin.
Wild grapes are coming ripe also.

Well, I see you lazy bad tarded welfare types aren't awake yet.
So I'll be on my way w/o delay.


Muscadines?? My favorite are the white....also known as scuccapones.
We have rich purple round grapes here. Very tasty.
I won't get down to the Len today - gonna be a little cool and the water dropped to 70 degrees F.
Too chilly for wet wading.
Grapes good till early October though.

Caught 3 Largemounth this morn.
Will hit the local Res for Smallies latter today.

I'll pour a Boubon for you later.
 

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Bit-o-a-chilly morn, but I'm going to see if they'll take on top at the local largemouth lake.
GottheSpooks, Jitterbug, Choppo 90 ready to rip. Mag Pop-R too.

Later in the day I'll get down to the lovely Lenapehanna see if the Smallies are werkin.
Wild grapes are coming ripe also.

Well, I see you lazy bad tarded welfare types aren't awake yet.
So I'll be on my way w/o delay.


Muscadines?? My favorite are the white....also known as scuccapones.
We have rich purple round grapes here. Very tasty.
I won't get down to the Len today - gonna be a little cool and the water dropped to 70 degrees F.
Too chilly for wet wading.
Grapes good till early October though.

Caught 3 Largemounth this morn.
Will hit the local Res for Smallies latter today.

I'll pour a Boubon for you later.


Awww thank you sugar! Better eat those bass! Don't waste em'!
 
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Bit-o-a-chilly morn, but I'm going to see if they'll take on top at the local largemouth lake.
GottheSpooks, Jitterbug, Choppo 90 ready to rip. Mag Pop-R too.

Later in the day I'll get down to the lovely Lenapehanna see if the Smallies are werkin.
Wild grapes are coming ripe also.

Well, I see you lazy bad tarded welfare types aren't awake yet.
So I'll be on my way w/o delay.


Muscadines?? My favorite are the white....also known as scuccapones.
We have rich purple round grapes here. Very tasty.
I won't get down to the Len today - gonna be a little cool and the water dropped to 70 degrees F.
Too chilly for wet wading.
Grapes good till early October though.

Caught 3 Largemounth this morn.
Will hit the local Res for Smallies latter today.

I'll pour a Boubon for you later.


Awww thank you sugar! Better eat those bass! Don't waste em'!

I tell em
Grow big
and make lots of babies.

Then I put them back in the water. :Wink:
 
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you should forget to let go :rightON:
Now, um...occasionally I do take a tumble into the water.
No harm though - just a reminder to choose steps more carefully.

So, let's see - Wild grape....letting go....
hmmm - reminds me of a Robert Frost poem
and in keeping with my continuing efforts to bring a little culture
to this flophouse of a message board
Here it is - faithfully reproduced.


Wild Grapes by Robert Frost
What tree may not the fig be gathered from?
The grape may not be gathered from the birch?
It's all you know the grape, or know the birch.
As a girl gathered from the birch myself
Equally with my weight in grapes, one autumn,
I ought to know what tree the grape is fruit of.
I was born, I suppose, like anyone,
And grew to be a little boyish girl
My brother could not always leave at home.
But that beginning was wiped out in fear
The day I swung suspended with the grapes,
And was come after like Eurydice
And brought down safely from the upper regions;
And the life I live now's an extra life
I can waste as I please on whom I please.
So if you see me celebrate two birthdays,
And give myself out of two different ages,
One of them five years younger than I look-

One day my brother led me to a glade
Where a white birch he knew of stood alone,
Wearing a thin head-dress of pointed leaves,
And heavy on her heavy hair behind,
Against her neck, an ornament of grapes.
Grapes, I knew grapes from having seen them last year.
One bunch of them, and there began to be
Bunches all round me growing in white birches,
The way they grew round Leif the Lucky's German;
Mostly as much beyond my lifted hands, though,
As the moon used to seem when I was younger,
And only freely to be had for climbing.
My brother did the climbing; and at first
Threw me down grapes to miss and scatter
And have to hunt for in sweet fern and hardhack;
Which gave him some time to himself to eat,
But not so much, perhaps, as a boy needed.
So then, to make me wholly self-supporting,
He climbed still higher and bent the tree to earth
And put it in my hands to pick my own grapes.
"Here, take a tree-top, I'll get down another.
Hold on with all your might when I let go."
I said I had the tree. It wasn't true.
The opposite was true. The tree had me.
The minute it was left with me alone
It caught me up as if I were the fish
And it the fishpole. So I was translated
To loud cries from my brother of "Let go!
Don't you know anything, you girl? Let go!"
But I, with something of the baby grip
Acquired ancestrally in just such trees
When wilder mothers than our wildest now
Hung babies out on branches by the hands
To dry or wash or tan, I don't know which,
(You'll have to ask an evolutionist)-
I held on uncomplainingly for life.
My brother tried to make me laugh to help me.
"What are you doing up there in those grapes?
Don't be afraid. A few of them won't hurt you.
I mean, they won't pick you if you don't them."
Much danger of my picking anything!
By that time I was pretty well reduced
To a philosophy of hang-and-let-hang.
"Now you know how it feels," my brother said,
"To be a bunch of fox-grapes, as they call them,
That when it thinks it has escaped the fox
By growing where it shouldn't-on a birch,
Where a fox wouldn't think to look for it-
And if he looked and found it, couldn't reach it-
Just then come you and I to gather it.
Only you have the advantage of the grapes
In one way: you have one more stem to cling by,
And promise more resistance to the picker."

One by one I lost off my hat and shoes,
And still I clung. I let my head fall back,
And shut my eyes against the sun, my ears
Against my brother's nonsense; "Drop," he said,
"I'll catch you in my arms. It isn't far."
(Stated in lengths of him it might not be.)
"Drop or I'll shake the tree and shake you down."
Grim silence on my part as I sank lower,
My small wrists stretching till they showed the banjo strings.
"Why, if she isn't serious about it!
Hold tight awhile till I think what to do.
I'll bend the tree down and let you down by it."
I don't know much about the letting down;
But once I felt ground with my stocking feet
And the world came revolving back to me,
I know I looked long at my curled-up fingers,
Before I straightened them and brushed the bark off.
My brother said: "Don't you weigh anything?
Try to weigh something next time, so you won't
Be run off with by birch trees into space."

It wasn't my not weighing anything
So much as my not knowing anything-
My brother had been nearer right before.
I had not taken the first step in knowledge;
I had not learned to let go with the hands,
As still I have not learned to with the heart,
And have no wish to with the heart-nor need,
That I can see. The mind-is not the heart.
I may yet live, as I know others live,
To wish in vain to let go with the mind-
Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me
That I need learn to let go with the heart.
 

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yeh no, no virtual drinks for this pussy ... oh no whatever shall I do ?
 

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Yeh there's that ... I was wondering what aftershave you use :rightON:
 

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Why don't you tell us another rather wordy story about your pussy and all it's wordly powers ...