Wednesday, March 11, 2009


The Dreaming Dog
Bizkit has a video of him sleeping and dreaming, what we can only imagine. Perhaps he’s dreaming of chasing a car… who really knows. But his dream has a somewhat rude awakening. This video lasts less than 30 seconds, and I know you will enjoy it.


Fishing Report - Douglas Lake
Doug and I had a good day fishing for crappie on Douglas Lake yesterday. It was not a great day, but a good day. We caught 7 keeper crappie that were good size. And we caught 6 crappie that had to be returned because they were less than 10 inches. Also we caught 3 blue gill, 1 striped bass, and 1 smallmouth bass. We only kept the 7 crappie. Here’s a few pictures…

This picture shows our trolling set up that we use- 5 rods out on each side (the rod lengths vary by 2 feet). We also had 4 rods out the back.
Here I am with the stringer of 7 crappie. P1050223
Here’s the largest crappie of the day. It was 13 3/4 inches in length. A good fish.

(If you wish, click on the pictures for a larger view)
Tennessee Granddaddy Says:
Less is more.
(Except when fishing.)

Quote of the Day
No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils. 
~Henry Ward Beecher

Joke of the Day

Juan comes up to the Mexican border on his bicycle. He has two large bags over his shoulders. A guard stops him and says, "What's in the bags?"

"Sand," answered Juan.

The guard says, "We'll just see about that. Get off the bike."

The guard takes the bags and rips them apart; he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains Juan overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. The guard releases Juan, puts the sand into new bags, lifts them onto the man's shoulders and lets him cross the border.

A week later, the same thing happens. The guard asks, "What have you got?"

"Sand," says Juan.

The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to Juan, and Juan crosses the border on his bicycle.

This sequence of events repeats every day for three years. Then one day, Juan doesn't show up. The guard meets up with him in a cantina in Mexico.

"Hey, buddy," the guard says, "I know you're smuggling something. It's driving me crazy. It's all I think about. I can't sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?"

"Bicycles," Juan says.

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