Tom,
It is too easy. No fun when he jumps into the boat before you even put the
lure on.


"Shortwave Sportfishing" wrote in message
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On Sat, 08 Oct 2005 17:47:23 -0400, Harry Krause
wrote:

Shortwave Sportfishing wrote:
On Sat, 08 Oct 2005 17:20:40 -0400, Harry Krause
wrote:

jps wrote:
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says...
jps wrote:
In article , says...

wrote:


You mean to say there's some sort of baseball that is played every
year
after the Seattle Mariners get on the bus and head for home?
Yep, and the world of boating is far larger than what you've
experienced
on your local pond.
Another piece of evidence that you're not Skipper since Snippy
admired
the NW.

jps
That's right. He sneered at the Chesapeake and eastern waters, but
always seemed to like Chuck's home waters and that Gulf of California
area.

IIRC, Snippy actually visited and made friendly with Chuck. He had
his
eye on the NW for retirement.

Hope he made it. To think that people would have to croak in the
middle
of Bush country really makes me well up.

jps

I used to "misbehave" a bit with a staff photographer when I worked at
the KC Star, and when the night city editor caught us, he'd send us
down
to Wichita or some other bloody awful place in Kansas for a "feature."
The photog was one hell of a photographer, though. He died recently.

Kansas City, Missouri, was a pretty decent place the years I was there.
I enjoyed my sojourn.

You "misbehaved" - City Editor caught you - you and he would sent to
Wichita for a feature.

Anybody? Come on - please?

Somebody?


Perhaps my wording wasn't clear enough. The photog in question, though
married, was a man about town. I was a bachelor. After I got off the
obit writing desk and finished my stint at the cop shop, I was sent out
on patrol for several hours a night with a photog in hopes of coming
across a really good auto accident, plane crash or multiple murder.
That's what life was like in those days during the first year of a
reporter at the KC Star.

Wes, my photog friend and co-worker, knew the whereabouts of EVERY blind
pig and every party in KC, or so it seemed. So, while we were supposed
to be in the patrol car, we more than likely were otherwise occupied,
and the night city editor couldn't reach us on the car radio. We'd get
caught once in a while and be sent to purgatory, which typically was
Wichita or out to Great Bend, where the KC Star owned another paper.

Oh my gosh - somebody - anybody - it's just...TOO FREAKIN' EASY!!!