Monday, November 21, 2005

It is Cold Here Today . . .


for here. I know my limits and this is one of them. This blast will drive the Sheep's Head to feed very heavily on the bridge pilings. They are not considered a game fish and are unworthy of a sportsman's attention. Most sportsman just can't catch them. Taking a six pound Sheep's Head off of big structure is a challenge for anyone. But you have to hook up. Good lightly grilled with glarlic-butter and each bite rolled in toasted bread crumbs. Tastes like aw-stuhs.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Half what?


The clothes are the man; especially the tie.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Owl Baiting in America

Inventive minds should never be idle. Years ago I discovered the great fun that can be had with a fishing rod, a soft hookless teaser mouse and an 8 pound Siamese cat on a tile floor. I know that cats are not stupid, so their method of continual play with a repetitive game must just be compulsive or manicy. My cat would attack that mouse on the fishing line for hours. I know that I wore out a drag set the first several months that I played the game. I would flip the mouse across the tile floor. The cat would pounce and hold and I would drag him across the slick tile until he got some purchase in the grout lines and then the drag would squeal. It was great fun.

About a month ago I was approaching my drive way and as I illuminated the street ahead of me I saw the movement of a relatively large insect skittering across the road. I slowed and as I did a miniature owl swept down out of a tree and pounced on the insect. He was just twelve or so feet in front of my car. He stared right into the lights, gave a blink, and then took off with his snack. I am impressed by things like that. My wife was fearful, and asked, "Will that thing get in our house?

Tonight, I let the dogs into the back yard just as it was getting past dark. I heard an owl calling. I immediately asked myself, "Where did I put that mouse?" I am going to try it when I get back from my walk.