tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427726387034958552.post7199049696348137032..comments2018-08-29T11:55:35.204-05:00Comments on I Dream of Scotland: I'd Rather Be....I Dream of Scotlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09346341962574855741noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427726387034958552.post-47598588286226663022009-02-10T21:35:00.000-06:002009-02-10T21:35:00.000-06:00"it is a timeless activity that only has the const..."it is a timeless activity that only has the constraints of others' schedules." i love it.<BR/>sbsara bonnesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11353349545761838388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427726387034958552.post-28833348114323718442009-01-29T15:39:00.000-06:002009-01-29T15:39:00.000-06:00wade needs to get out fishing too.you men.wade needs to get out fishing too.<BR/>you men.Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02329756570470367427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427726387034958552.post-8303692947428075492009-01-28T23:14:00.000-06:002009-01-28T23:14:00.000-06:00Whoa! Dad is on blogs now! And, apparently, he nee...Whoa! Dad is on blogs now! And, apparently, he needs his own so he doesn't have to use your comment board anymore, haha. <BR/><BR/>And yes...as soon as the weather breaks, we're hitting the water. Boat, no boat, whatever. Just a couple of lines, a cooler full of something cold, and nothing but hours of nothing to do. Yes....<BR/><BR/>ingsfigAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03480512156703595437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427726387034958552.post-77703211678094933452009-01-28T22:50:00.000-06:002009-01-28T22:50:00.000-06:00Well you did it...got my fever up. Now I too will...Well you did it...got my fever up. Now I too will begin to think of cool spring mornings. Mornings when the sun brings just enough light to spot your target through the mist. A water level over hanging rock or submerged oak tree that once stood proudly providing shade, now the home of my ambushing quarry. Mornings so still the water is a smooth unmoving mirror. Mornings with just enough chill that the rising sun feels like a comforting blanket on your skin. Mornings when your ears here only the symphony of wakeing birds. Then... the whine of the reel, line playing out as your lure of choice sails through the air decending to the "spot", entering the water with a satisfing gentle plop. You wait as the ripples exhaust their energy. Taking the slack from the line your eyes see an almost imperseptable movement. A twitch of the bait and the cool, quiet glassine surface violently explodes. The rod in your hand pulls into a perfect bow as the object of the moment leaps into the air. Your skills matched against hers in an ages old battle. Having won this time you return this beauty to the water. Complete satisfaction comes over you as she slips back into her world. This is the kind of morning you have brought to my mind. Thank you. Now where did I put that tackle box.<BR/>Thanks Dad, for taking me fishing...thanks John for going with me. Lets grab Sam and head for the water.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427726387034958552.post-69563261881472624942009-01-28T22:27:00.000-06:002009-01-28T22:27:00.000-06:00TAKE ME WITH YOUUUUU!!!!!! This makes me smile in ...TAKE ME WITH YOUUUUU!!!!!! This makes me smile in every way possible. Oh JC, you are one of my non-parkie friends who actually gets it!! <BR/><BR/>No seriously, once the ice clears off of the willow pond place at Tuttle, let's go fish for trout. Not the most exciting fish to catch.... but they start biting there this time of year. <BR/><BR/>Even if we don't catch anything, and we freeze our asses off, it'll still be great. You game?Jennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16982166606368141378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427726387034958552.post-55132977082386781302009-01-28T22:16:00.000-06:002009-01-28T22:16:00.000-06:00I used to feel the same way when I was a kid...som...I used to feel the same way when I was a kid...somewhere along the way I lost that. You almost make me miss it. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10712069774901800865noreply@blogger.com