Friday, September 30, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Well blogger is kinda hozed
I was going to add these to Everyday I have the blues but the software keeps putting the popup behind the vids so here we go...
I just got these two pics in email from the Opera House Show
I just got these two pics in email from the Opera House Show
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Everyday I have the blues...
I have the blues because the camera ran out of memory in little by little....
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Stacks of glory
Still in the inventory from the days of old.
Yeah I need to get on craigs list and move some of this out
Monday, June 20, 2011
Thursday morning I packed up and headed out. Stopped for a cooler full of groceries and then stopped on the Androscoggin River near Bethel, Maine and fished for a couple of hours.
It was breezy and very sunny. No bugs were hatching and while I had a nice time in the water the fish were not biting.
I headed over to camp. I unpacked and worked on a beer. We headed over to the Androscoggin at about 6 pm to see if the alder fly hatch was on. It was. I stayed at my usual spot. I managed a few trout but was amazed to watch the show upstream; huge trout 4-6 lbs were in a feeding frenzy and jumping clear out of the water in pursuit of the alder flies. What a show.
No big fish for me from the Andy this year.
The next morning we intended to get up and do a dawn assault on the Rapid River. Instead we slept in. Later that morning we went over to look at the Connecticut River and scout of a put in and take out spot for a pontoon boat trip. Here's the take out.
After scouting the drift we decided to fish a bit.
The Connecticut was pretty dead but we both managed to put the hook in a couple of small browns, but they all came off before we could land them.
That night we went back to the Androscoggin in Errol, the alder fly hatch was apparently over and the river was dead. Not a fish moved.
The next morning we again planned to go to the Rapid. We suited up in our waders and trudged in. This trail used to be fairly nice and could be navigated in a pair of bean boots, now you need waders because about 3/4 of the way in you end up wading through 100 yds or so of calf deep boot sucking mud and water. The mosquitoes were insatiable, swarming us the entire way. Thanks to liberal application of natrapel I was able to survive with only a small number of bites. Arriving at the river we discovered we owned the spot, no one had come in from the camp side. I rigged up my rod and was about to head out when it started to pour.
I could see some fish working upstream so I worked my way up there to fish. Once there I could see a couple of really large fish working but they were out of my reach. First cast I hit an 18" salmon, while trying to get him into my hand for a picture he spit the hook and disappeared. A few casts later I hit a 14" salmon, once again losing him while trying to line up a picture. After stinging about 6 more fish they stopped hitting. I switched to a caddis emerger pattern and got a fish on the first cast, a real racer (skinny river fish).
Later as the rain ended I moved down stream and managed a few more on caddis emergers. We decided to leave about 11am, the fishing had slowed as the sun started to peek through the clouds.
That night we intended to fish the Magalloway river but it was extremely crowded so we decided to head back to camp and feast on hot wings and beer and watch a movie.
Sunday morning's plan was to hit the rapid again at dawn but it was not to be, at 4:30am it was 38 degrees with near gale force winds and we decided to go back to bed.
It was breezy and very sunny. No bugs were hatching and while I had a nice time in the water the fish were not biting.
I headed over to camp. I unpacked and worked on a beer. We headed over to the Androscoggin at about 6 pm to see if the alder fly hatch was on. It was. I stayed at my usual spot. I managed a few trout but was amazed to watch the show upstream; huge trout 4-6 lbs were in a feeding frenzy and jumping clear out of the water in pursuit of the alder flies. What a show.
No big fish for me from the Andy this year.
The next morning we intended to get up and do a dawn assault on the Rapid River. Instead we slept in. Later that morning we went over to look at the Connecticut River and scout of a put in and take out spot for a pontoon boat trip. Here's the take out.
After scouting the drift we decided to fish a bit.
The Connecticut was pretty dead but we both managed to put the hook in a couple of small browns, but they all came off before we could land them.
That night we went back to the Androscoggin in Errol, the alder fly hatch was apparently over and the river was dead. Not a fish moved.
The next morning we again planned to go to the Rapid. We suited up in our waders and trudged in. This trail used to be fairly nice and could be navigated in a pair of bean boots, now you need waders because about 3/4 of the way in you end up wading through 100 yds or so of calf deep boot sucking mud and water. The mosquitoes were insatiable, swarming us the entire way. Thanks to liberal application of natrapel I was able to survive with only a small number of bites. Arriving at the river we discovered we owned the spot, no one had come in from the camp side. I rigged up my rod and was about to head out when it started to pour.
Upstream from our walk in spot.
Downstream from my fishing spot.
I could see some fish working upstream so I worked my way up there to fish. Once there I could see a couple of really large fish working but they were out of my reach. First cast I hit an 18" salmon, while trying to get him into my hand for a picture he spit the hook and disappeared. A few casts later I hit a 14" salmon, once again losing him while trying to line up a picture. After stinging about 6 more fish they stopped hitting. I switched to a caddis emerger pattern and got a fish on the first cast, a real racer (skinny river fish).
Later as the rain ended I moved down stream and managed a few more on caddis emergers. We decided to leave about 11am, the fishing had slowed as the sun started to peek through the clouds.
That night we intended to fish the Magalloway river but it was extremely crowded so we decided to head back to camp and feast on hot wings and beer and watch a movie.
Sunday morning's plan was to hit the rapid again at dawn but it was not to be, at 4:30am it was 38 degrees with near gale force winds and we decided to go back to bed.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Nice piece
I picked this up for my other guitarist a couple of weeks ago. I was impressed with how well it plays and sounds.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Mitt Biden?
Like Mr. Obama's reform, RomneyCare was predicated on the illusion that insurance would be less expensive if everyone were covered. Even if this theory were plausible, it is not true in Massachusetts today. So as costs continue to climb, Mr. Romney's Democratic successor now wants to create a central board of political appointees to decide how much doctors and hospitals should be paid for thousands of services.read the rest:
The Romney camp blames all this on a failure of execution, not of design. But by this cause-and-effect standard, Mr. Romney could push someone out of an airplane and blame the ground for killing him. Once government takes on the direct or implicit liability of paying for health care for everyone, the only way to afford it is through raw political control of all medical decisions.
Mr. Romney's refusal to appreciate this, then and now, reveals a troubling failure of political understanding and principle. The raucous national debate over health care isn't about this or that technocratic detail, but about basic differences over the role of government. In the current debate over Medicare, Paul Ryan wants to reduce costs by encouraging private competition while Mr. Obama wants the cost-cutting done by a body of unelected experts like the one emerging in Massachusetts.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703864204576317413439329644.html?mod=googlenews_wsj
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Not this shit again....
GENEVA, May 3 (Reuters) - The United Nations' top human rights official called on the United States on Tuesday to give the U.N. details about Osama bin Laden's killing and said that all counter-terrorism operations must respect international law
Hey Michael Moore - eat shit
Out of the mouths of babes....
http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,2069327-1,00.html
Seven-year-olds can't understand what Islamic terrorism is all about. But they know when an adult's face is telling them something is wrong — and none of the students sitting in Sandra Kay Daniels' class at Emma E. Booker Elementary School that morning can forget the devastating change in Bush's expression when White House chief of staff Andrew Card whispered the terrible news of the al-Qaeda attack. Lazaro Dubrocq's heart started racing because he assumed they were all in trouble — with no less than the Commander in Chief — but he wasn't sure why. "In a heartbeat, he leaned back and he looked flabbergasted, shocked, horrified," recalls Dubrocq, now 17. "I was baffled. I mean, did we read something wrong? Was he mad or disappointed in us?"
One thing the students would like to tell Bush's critics — like liberal filmmaker Michael Moore, whose 2004 documentary Fahrenheit 911 disparaged Bush for lingering almost 10 minutes with the students after getting word that two planes had crashed into the World Trade Center — is that they think the President did the right thing. "I think he was trying to keep everybody calm, starting with us," says Guerrero. Dubrocq agrees: "I think he was trying to protect us." Booker Principal Gwendolyn Tose-Rigell, who died in 2007, later insisted, "I don't think anyone could have handled it better. What would it have served if [Bush] had jumped out of his chair and ran out of the room?"
Monday, May 2, 2011
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