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How about a side bet or two? 6 Months ago
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How about a competition for the largest ball of discarded fishing line collected while fishing for the contest? I picked up a couple huge clumps of it this morning while getting otherwise skunked.
I was also thinking we should compete to see who snaps the best picture of waterside litter that's funny/disgusting/massive or otherwise remarkable. I'm stunned every time I fish from shore. I was thinking I should always carry a garbage bag, but there's just too much. I pick up what I can, but that's a tiny amount compared to what's there. So I'll keep picking up all the line I see, at least. I was shocked this morning, when I threw away a broken rod handle I'd picked up, to discover that there was actually garbage in the garbage can. I was sure all of it had been left on the shore.
Olaf
I was thinking of something Steve Martin says on one of his albums (probably an inaccurate quote): "Always keep a litter bag in your car. If it gets full you can always throw it out the window."
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"The bowfin is wholly carnivorous, and exceedingly voracious....He is the ravening wolf of the dark lagoons, the nightmare of the slumbrous coves. Skulking in deep water by day, he invades the teeming shallows by night, spreading terror and bloody execution in his wake." (from "Hellhound of the Sloughs" by Havilah Babcock, Field & Stream, April 1944)
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