speck fishing (moved from the NBR 7/23)

Crocs or not---I hate flipflops that go between my toes. Hurts like hell.
I hope these new Crocs will replace my deck shoe addiction for the more casual times.


Same here. I can't stand having that piece go between my toes, so rarely wear flip-flops.
 
I moved this from the NBR because I should have posted it here to begin with. Anyway, back to the subject of fishing. I was thinking how much I enjoyed this little fishing trip. Its been a number of years since I took a small boat out by myself for some night fishing. There is something about the night time solitude that I have always loved. Being in the baby Whaler and returning to fishing without using a bunch of high-tech electronics reminded me of why I fish. It isn't for competition or even for catching fish. It's just plain and simple good for the soul. It reminds us how insignificant we are and that makes our worries and troubles even less significant. Besides that the baby Whaler is just plain fun to run. It's almost as though you are riding a cork. I'm making a note to do this more often in the time I have left. I think the good lord will understand.
 
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So far, a thumbs up on those mesh crocs. Worn them fishing three times since Saturday. Two of those there was slippery rocks/concrete to deal with and no scrapes or broken bones as a result.
Sometimes, taking a left turn on these threads is a good thing. (y)
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So far, a thumbs up on those mesh crocs. Worn them fishing three times since Saturday. Two of those there was slippery rocks/concrete to deal with and no scrapes or broken bones as a result.
Sometimes, taking a left turn on these threads is a good thing. (y)
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mine are a number of years old, and I still have all my toes.
 
Posted today on a Lake Shasta group. Beware of fresh-water croc spotted in the lake!

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Posted today on a Lake Shasta group. Beware of fresh-water croc spotted in the lake!

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That's what happens when you give critters government protection. They lose their fear of humans and start turning up everywhere.
 
My nephew came across a Caiman croc in one of his ponds a couple weeks ago. His ranch is in the Texas Hill Country west of Kerrville. Quite a surprise considering there are no swamps within a couple hundred miles.

Come to find out it escaped (somehow) from a wildlife ranch not far from him.
 
My nephew came across a Caiman croc in one of his ponds a couple weeks ago. His ranch is in the Texas Hill Country west of Kerrville. Quite a surprise considering there are no swamps within a couple hundred miles.

Come to find out it escaped (somehow) from a wildlife ranch not far from him.
Seems like there is always some strange critter being found these days. They just captured on of those big yellow pythons near a small town in mid-Alabama. Ineed to rent a couple of gators for goose control behind the house.
 
Heck, we had an alligator found in a small pond up here a few years back.
 
Seems like there is always some strange critter being found these days. They just captured on of those big yellow pythons near a small town in mid-Alabama. Ineed to rent a couple of gators for goose control behind the house.
If he sees again I'll have him send it your way. :)
 
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