Catch Bluegills Like Crazy

One of my Google ads on one of my other blogs said "Catch Bluegills Like Crazy."

That takes me back, since that's one of the fish we used to catch when I was a kid. Just about everywhere we went it seemed like it was one bluegill after another.

It's tough for me to think what these folks could be advertising. And since I'm not allowed to click my own ads, I guess I won't find out. I know, I could note what their address is and go to it in a browser window. But I think I'll just let it stay in my imagination.

It's tough to think what it could be, because catching bluegills in my experience was the easiest thing in the world. You put a little piece of bait on the hook and throw it in and they bite. If you have a bobber on your line, say so it allows your bait to go down three feet (approximately), you're not going to have any problem, assuming bluegills are there.

The secret to catching bluegills is this: There is no secret. It's as easy as falling in.

Koi Ponds And Naughty Profiles

You know, on Twitter we ought to get the girls with their naughty profiles together with the guys selling koi fish ponds, a partnership.

Then whatever naughtiness the girls are engaging in, they have the beauty of a good koi fish pond in the background. It'd soften it, pretty.

Given the two, I'd probably look at the girls, but I'd rather BE with the fish. I know the fish haven't been out fooling around.

I'm in a follower race with a guy on Twitter named RatRaceTrap. Currently I have 4 and he has 13083 (seriously). He's getting complacent.

It'd be interesting to know how many of his 13083 followers sell koi ponds or have naughty profiles. I would guess he's going for numbers.

But say you had 13083 followers and you decided to prune them out. After the first week of constant work, you'd just forget it.

As soon as I do any project that involves thousands of whatever, I start figuring it out...if it takes me 34 seconds for each one, that's...

He's running a lot of quotes. That must be a life, poring over books all day looking for inspirational stuff. Good old Churchill and others.

One from today: "If we are together nothing is impossible..." Ho hum. Or "Things get worse before they get better." Tired stuff.

No offense to him. He's not saying it. These guys from the past, good for nothing but the quotes they first Twittered back then, said it!

I like the quotes by "Unknown," who I guess I could claim to be. "To get what you've never had, you must do what you've never done."

"To get what I've never had." I've never had syphilis. "You must do what you've never done." Ignore the koi ponds, turn to the girls? Ha ha.

I'm writing a book here. How come no one else jumps in? Am I the only one with something on my mind? Oh, right, it's an empty warehouse.

Field And Stream

I should've been reading Field and Stream magazine all these years.

I picked one up at the exercise club and was reading it while working out on the elliptical. One, I don't usually do this, but I found it helped me to pass the time without constantly looking at the ticking LED clock. It feels like such a waste of time just up there going back and forth. Anything to take away the mental strain.

So I saw a Field and Stream magazine and picked it up. It had a big dangling worm on the cover, nice.

Being an old fisherman -- at least as a kid -- I'm still mildly interested in the subject. But I don't have any fancy poles and I don't go to big resort lakes a thousand miles away to fish and all that. I really don't fish at all, but I would, say someone asked me to go with them. Getting outfitted takes some work.

Camping is the same way. It's fun, but you have to work like a dog getting ready to go camping.

There's some good articles in this magazine, including one on catching your own bait. I could've written that article, since we did that all the time when I was a kid. My dad actually owned a bait shop, but most of the bait he sold we caught by hand, either in the yard or in the park, somewhere like that.

I could go out fishing without any bait and did so many many times. We'd find something to use. A grasshopper or we'd dig worms up on the riverbank. Any old thing though. Plus we did a lot of seining in those days, mostly catching crawdads and minnows. I remember we used all sorts of things, though, like leeches and crickets, and also bait that you could make like cinnamon rolls, but not cooked completely like ones you eat. Let's see, what else? Chicken livers.

So that was an interesting article to see!