10-31-2006, 04:30 PM
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]Everything I ever owned had a Running board. Right up till I got the first Kid. She wanted a little more modern car. My 33 Plymouth was good looking but not something she could brag about.
Poor Disturbed women!
Boy do I wish I had some of those golden oldies back in my barn right now.[unimpressed]
My FLy's are in the mail ma'am.
They were tied by a guy from Seattle. A WWII vet named Carl Phillips.
He tied under the name CCP.
His German Shorthair named Fritz was his main source of Tying material.
I never had such a good time as when we went after Phesants with ol' Fritz.
Him and Carl were both so old and out of shape that a 10 minute hunt was about all they could do.
Fritz would come back and lay down, carl had a portable stool. We'd take a break. Fritz would get up and away we'd go again.
Such great times. Plenty of Birds in the Sage brush. Carl told me Fritz would hold a bird for me until I went back to the truck for my gun.
But if I missed! Whoo boy, Fritz could give me a look. Bad look too. No question about what he was saying to me about my shooting.
Carl, Fritz and those public hunting lands are all gone now.
He used the Phesant Rump to make a bug that hatched in the Stumps in cold water lakes. You have one now.
Stumpty Sal, he called it. Great fly. You couldnt drag it by a stump without hooking a fish.
Ahhh, carry me back....
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]Everything I ever owned had a Running board. Right up till I got the first Kid. She wanted a little more modern car. My 33 Plymouth was good looking but not something she could brag about. Poor Disturbed women!
Boy do I wish I had some of those golden oldies back in my barn right now.[unimpressed]
My FLy's are in the mail ma'am.
They were tied by a guy from Seattle. A WWII vet named Carl Phillips.
He tied under the name CCP.
His German Shorthair named Fritz was his main source of Tying material.
I never had such a good time as when we went after Phesants with ol' Fritz.
Him and Carl were both so old and out of shape that a 10 minute hunt was about all they could do.
Fritz would come back and lay down, carl had a portable stool. We'd take a break. Fritz would get up and away we'd go again.
Such great times. Plenty of Birds in the Sage brush. Carl told me Fritz would hold a bird for me until I went back to the truck for my gun.
But if I missed! Whoo boy, Fritz could give me a look. Bad look too. No question about what he was saying to me about my shooting.
Carl, Fritz and those public hunting lands are all gone now.
He used the Phesant Rump to make a bug that hatched in the Stumps in cold water lakes. You have one now.
Stumpty Sal, he called it. Great fly. You couldnt drag it by a stump without hooking a fish.
Ahhh, carry me back....
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