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To: Don Pueblo who wrote (15955)	12/30/1998 8:35:00 AM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I used to use a gig or a bow with a fishing arrow, they tasted too good to use a shotgun. flash.net

To: Don Pueblo who wrote (15955)	12/30/1998 9:27:00 AM
From: K A Anderson	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Guns, getting surreal and unexplored parts of the mind... hmm this calls for a story. This is some fun some of misguided folks had, when I was in the Marine Corps. We had been floating on a boat (the Hornet) about 60 days/daze straight, when we put into a port in Thailand, needless to say this was a really cool port, and expectations were running high. When some FUBAR happened and they canceled all scheduled passes. Needless to say it was not a happy time on the ship... Also we had known for a while and it had become pretty clear most of the people in my detachment would never grow up to be rocket scientists or diplomats, but what they pulled next was really the work of a demented mind(s) About day light one morning they had procured a bucket or two of golf balls, about 8 or 9 onces of C4 (plastic explosives) a cut down pipe (a broken Helicopter landing skid I think) and some other odds and ends. To cut to the chase, they proceeded to jerry rig a "mortor", and set it up on an out of the way area on the back of the Aircraft Carrier, they were firing golf balls at any vessel that got within like a half mile of where we were anchored. Judging from the "testimony" that came later. They must have been pretty accurate, targeting wooden ships " 'cause the balls bounced much higher than they would on steel ships" Now mind you a 1/4 to a 1/2 mile is a pretty good distance to track a golf ball, they were asked how they knew they had hit the boat/ship... the answer "well when we seen people running around on deck pointing at the sky we figured we scored a hit and moved our target." Some one asked "what made you think up this plan" the answer lives in infamy... "I dunno I guess we where bored" No real damage was done and no one got hurt, and it really is hard to come down on people to hard when you are laughing so hard. KAA

To: Don Pueblo who wrote (15955)	12/30/1998 11:31:00 AM
From: Jorj X Mckie	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

One of my first entrepreneurial ventures was to sell frogs to kids for the local frog jumping contest. I was around 13 years old. The frogs hung out in a place that we kids called the "lagoon", actually a back channel of the Lake Tahoe Keys. The goal of course is to procure frogs that would still have the ability to jump, so jigging or vaporizing the frogs was not an option. Additionally, the really big frogs hung out in the middle of the lagoon on the vegetation, too far for a net. My brother and I discovered a novel way to catch the frogs....fly fishing. We would de-barb the hook and after much experimentation, we found that dandelions were very attractive to frogs. We sold the frogs for $5 a piece. But........that isn't the fun part of the story...... One day I went down to lagoon with my little sister (then 9 years old) to score some frogs. Since the way that you cast the lure in fly fishing (or frogging in this case) is to whip the line back and forth, letting a little bit more on each whip until it will land in the desired place, I had my little sister stand way back by the woods...she choose to stand directly behind me. I was whipping my line back and forth (perhaps in an exaggerated mockery of a real fly fishing technique) and felt my hook catch on something on the back stroke. Assuming that I got caught on a branch, I gave a few firm tugs. My sister's whimpering caused me to actually look behind me to see on what I might be stuck. My sister was leaning forward with this large dandelion covering her eye. Seems that I had hooked her eyebrow. No real damage done and thank God I had de-barbed the hook. It did cost me all of my profits from the frogging to convince my sister not to tell our parents.