10-21-2020, 06:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-21-2020, 06:10 PM by Cowboypirate.)
Hi, my name is cowboy-pirate ? ☠
I have had a worm problem for 50 years now, but my addiction has expanded by logarithmic proportions in the last decade.
Unfortunately, my wife thinks I need professional help.
Case in point. Last week I went into a local gas and grub for a much needed coke and snickers. I came out with a huge
and two boxes of " Canadian" night crawlers. When my wife asked me why I was so happy, I told her I thought girls from Australia had cool accents that attracted men, so worms from Canada ought to make the crappie go nuts. After smacking me upside the head, likey the root cause of my health problems, she informed me that I was a sucker for worms in fancy wrappers and as expensive as my addiction was getting I need to start catching my own worms.
Bad mistake, Cookie, to suggest.... I then pulled out a bussiness plan I crafted at about 8 years of age ( thanks mom for keeping that) First, Cookie, i lectured, we raise rabbits and mink. We sell the rabbit and mink fur and feed the rabbits to the mink. Second we raise worms in the rabbit and mink manure and sell to them sportsmen. I then took her outside ( we now live in the house i grew up in) and showed her an ice box buried in the ground, where my carefully conceived plan came to fruition. I made a killing as a youngster selling Henefer, Hotdog-sized worms - bet someone on here bought them.
She shook her head and sighed and walk slowly away mumbling the name to her therapist into her phone. I am not sure she sees the vision as clearly as I do. Perhaps addiction is not really a couples malady.
Oh, ya, and I caught 35ish fat gills at Pineview last week while exploring a couple differnt locations. They speak Canadian apparently. Caught on pugly perch bugs near shore in 3-8 ft of water. Some were harmed in the process,, as noted later in my frying pan. Did I mention this is a Pineview fishing report....
I have had a worm problem for 50 years now, but my addiction has expanded by logarithmic proportions in the last decade.
Unfortunately, my wife thinks I need professional help.
Case in point. Last week I went into a local gas and grub for a much needed coke and snickers. I came out with a huge
and two boxes of " Canadian" night crawlers. When my wife asked me why I was so happy, I told her I thought girls from Australia had cool accents that attracted men, so worms from Canada ought to make the crappie go nuts. After smacking me upside the head, likey the root cause of my health problems, she informed me that I was a sucker for worms in fancy wrappers and as expensive as my addiction was getting I need to start catching my own worms.Bad mistake, Cookie, to suggest.... I then pulled out a bussiness plan I crafted at about 8 years of age ( thanks mom for keeping that) First, Cookie, i lectured, we raise rabbits and mink. We sell the rabbit and mink fur and feed the rabbits to the mink. Second we raise worms in the rabbit and mink manure and sell to them sportsmen. I then took her outside ( we now live in the house i grew up in) and showed her an ice box buried in the ground, where my carefully conceived plan came to fruition. I made a killing as a youngster selling Henefer, Hotdog-sized worms - bet someone on here bought them.
She shook her head and sighed and walk slowly away mumbling the name to her therapist into her phone. I am not sure she sees the vision as clearly as I do. Perhaps addiction is not really a couples malady.
Oh, ya, and I caught 35ish fat gills at Pineview last week while exploring a couple differnt locations. They speak Canadian apparently. Caught on pugly perch bugs near shore in 3-8 ft of water. Some were harmed in the process,, as noted later in my frying pan. Did I mention this is a Pineview fishing report....
Remember: keep the lid on the worms, share your jerky, and stop by to say hi to Cookie and the Cowboy-Pirate crew