Bass Caddy Blog

Welp here we go on our first blob for the American Lady Anglers web site. To let all newbees know I have a sick sense of humor and use it often to describe things going on in my life. This day I have been in the rain working on the tournament trailer and getting frustrated at not being able to paint and decorate the inside.  (The wife’s suggestion, of course).  Personally,  I could work from a mud hut,  but with her in the picture,  I would need curtains to match.  Oh well, on with it.  We are working hard to fit and finish all the necessary T- crossing & eye dotting.  I am so excited about all that is going on since the big boys dropped the ladies in the grease.  Just goes to show you that as an adult you can whine and cry and get what you want just like any spoiled brat three year old.

 There are several folks working extremely hard to get trails started for female anglers. For anyone reading this jot down May 5-,8. On these dates there will be a tournament and meeting on Kentucky Lake. Two days of meetings (one before the fishin’ and one after), and two days of fishing in the middle.  Former WBT ladies,  come out and fish, then go to the meeting and vote.   Most of all it’s for all of the former WBT anglers to get together  and have a good time and get caught up on everyone’s lives, something that usually happens during the year along the WBT Tournament Trail.  It just occured to me that I might have to do my own “Presentation” at that meeting -   can’t wait  to see how THAT goes. 

I’m sure that everyone has heard about the new ALA - (nothing to do with the Crimson Tide) it’s the American Lady Anglers.  We’ve been doing all of the organizational stuff, which doesn’t sound like a lot, but it is. I’m not going to reveal any juicy secrets right here and now, you’ll just have to check back and I will let the cat out of the bag little by little, as the timing is right.  I will tell you one small thing, though.  The ALA has contracted with its first Sponsor.  Drum roll, please!  It’s Sure-Life!  That’s right, the people who invented and made the best biochemical livewell additive for fish and water care.  Its new Catch-and-Release formula is the only livewell formula that prevents the spread of disease, combats stress, stimulates the immune response, and addresses water quality issues - IN A SINGLE FORMULATION!  It also has added products that help kill and combat LMBV (Largemouth Bass Virus) and other diseases, and has been proven to not only improve fishcare in the livewell, but prevents their death once they are released back into their native waters.  The American Lady Anglers organization is proud to announce that they have partnered with Sure-Life as their first Sponsor.  The Sure-Life product Catch-and-Release will be used in all of the ALA’s live release and holding tanks, and we encourage all of our ALA members fishing our tournaments to use it in their livewells.  Okay, commercial over, but we are really proud to have them as a sponsor and really believe in their products.  Now that I’m through with that, I can continue with our regular programming, or the real reason I wrote this - to tell you about my new tournament trailer. Wait, excuse me, MY NEW TOURNAMENT TRAILER.

Did you hear that? The American Lady Anglers has a new Tournament Trailer.  A sweet 20 car hauler  foot-er that we’re gonna fix up real purty.  It’s gonna have carpet (blue-gray), paint (light gray with darker blue-gray trim), and even a dark blue non-slip flooring in the back where the equipment goes. The carpet goes in my office of course, along with the air conditioning, ’cause fat boy don’t like to sweat as much as you might think.  We put the insulation along the roof and walled off the office today.  A buddy of mine gave me some matching blue/gray(mostly gray as far as I can see) cabinets with color-coordinated countertops.

Next comes the painting. I just CAN’T WAIT for everyone to see the colors my wife picked out for the inside.  She’s so excited I could just scream! I tore up the whole backyard hauling the cabinets back to the trailer while it was parked there.  The wife isn’t too happy about that either. Don’t really know why - we had six trees that we had planted along that fence anyway, what’s one less?  And I’m sure all of the mud-ruts and torn-up grass and tire marks will eventually grow over again, despite that most of them are at least 6-8 inches deep and two to three tire-widths wide. 

 I thought that when you got stuck in the mud (especially when you are trying to get up a hill) you’re supposed to just gun it and gun it, slinging mud all over the 8 foot cedar fence (and across against the neighbor’s two-story brick house) aren’t you?  I thought that the faster you tried to go and the higher you revved the engine, the faster you would get unstuck, right? Turns out that’s not the case. Oh no, you have to go SLOW to get out! That just makes no sense, now does it guys? You guys will back me up on this, won’t you? Guys? Guys? Why don’t I hear a bunch of BOOYAHS! of approval out there? Don’t tell me any of you other guys would have done it any differently, ’cause I’ve got the same testosterone as you running through my veins, and it TOLD me to gun it! REPEATEDLY!  I had so much mud hanging from the underside of my wheel wells that, when it fell off in the driveway, it looked much like I imagine it would look following the Budweiser Clydesdales if you were the one who had to clean up after them when they were in a parade - If the Budweiser Clydesdales were 50 foot tall horses…. Anyway, I quietly drove the truck up to the carwash to pressure-wash some of the mud off of it, hoping that none of the neighbors would see who was makin’ that awful mess in the street.  No such luck!   I slung so much mud from my truck into the street that I was glad to see it was supposed to  rain today.  I thought that would clean it up for sure.  That was a good plan, until it started lightly drizzling this morning before the full rain hit.  The effect was what you would imagine.  The hill in front of my house turned into a giant Slip-and-Slide.   I had to crack a few smiles watching my neighbors were having trouble making it up the hill in front of my house, due to their sliding backwards on the mudslide I’d left them.  It gave me a few minutes’ entertainment watching them , but I was actually glad to see the heavier rain wash it away before the wife caught me grinning at their predicaments. 

Oh well, it’s time to go -  I guess I’d better get back to scraping the mud off the new (used to be white) trailer before my wife sees how much mud and muck got slung on it too.  Oh well, live and learn… Now I know what I’ll do the next time I get my truck stuck  in the mud on a hill - I wonder if the Budweiser Clydesdales are busy? If I’m gonna have the mess, I might as well just have them pull my truck outta’ the mud. I hear they’re real purty close up.

For now

I QUIT

I’m back!!!!!! After a long blob break I felt it was time to enlighten you folks a little more. Last years’ fishing trail was extremely exciting and loaded with adventure. As we prepared for this season a big turd landed in the punch bowl. The WBT was cancelled. Feel free to come to your own conclusion as to why. Me? Ithink the BIG BOYS are very afraid of the female angler they have to fish against in the Classic. But anyway, there seems to be no trail for the ladies to fish.

HAW- TO BUDDY! Like the idjit I am and as P.O.’D as I got over the WBT thing, I popped off to my wife that I should start my own trail.   Now, we all know my wife, she’s usually not into surprises, but she shocked me by saying go for it.   Apparently, she had such a good time last year fishing with the ” BIG GIRLS”, that she wanted more, and was very disappointed about not getting to fish with the girls this year (see her blog for more on her thoughts about this subject).   Anyway,  I talked to my good old friend Lee at Lake Fork and this dumb A– not only thought it was a good idea, but said he would partner with me and pull the trailer all over hell’s half acre in order for the ladies to have a venue to fish.   It actually surprised me how many “good old boys” thought how unfair it was that the ladies had gotten the rug pulled out from under them, and wanted to give the ladies a chance to do what they love to do, and in an atmosphere that was fun.  In simpler terms, a lot of guys would just like to see the gals get a fair shake.  Anyway, finding all of this out just encourages me to dig myself deeper.  I keep thinking how unfair all this is, and, being the “Mr. Fix-It” that I am, I want to do anything and everything in my power to fix it, and make it better for the women.

Now I’m in this deep. We start having meetings and laying down plans searching for a tourney trailer.  Every trailer we found someone either beat us to it or it cost an arm and a ham roast.  Neither of which I have a spare of.  So I finally got mad and said I was going to buy a new trailer and be done with it. (Did I mention I’m on a budget?) (not controlled by me, it’s you-kn0w-who who usually hangs on to the money real tight around here, but here again I was surprised to hear “go for it”.  Now this is getting scary.  So I head out and buy a nice 20 ft. car- hauler and drag it home, still in shock over even being told it was okay to get it in the first place.   Now this is just the beginning of the money outflo. Digital scales and a back- up system. Go for it.  A really nice P.A. system to play music and do weigh- ins.  Go for it.  Tubs to keep the fish alive in. Go for it.  A custom stage and podium.  Go for it.  Material to build an office in the trailer. Go for it. I hope you can begin to catch my drift here.  If this girl of mine wants to fish this badly,  then so be it.

Ladies and gents I am proud to announce the first day of the AMERICAN LADY ANGLERS TOURNAMENT TRAIL!!!!!!! Please feel to visit our web site www.americanladyanglers.com . Yes now I have two web pages to fret over. Please watch both pages to see the happenings as we build the ALA tourney trailer and post the trail events. I’m excited.

For today

I quit.

We are now on the second consecutive day of trying to answer the question - “What do we do about shirts?”  You guys out there may be innocently thinking (as I stupidly did) “Wear them?”  With a woman involved (specifically my lovely, but obsessive wife) it could never be that simple.  To get everyone on the same page, I’ll tell ya’ll how the issue started in the first place.  You may have read in one of my previous blogs that my wife is very concerned (meaning obsessed) with having the “proper” clothes to wear for any occasion, be it a formal function or a sporting event - in this case professional tournament fishing and personal appearances.  In the fishing world, much like the NASCAR world, sponsors contribute to assist an angler throughout the tournament trail, in return for the angler helping to promote the sponsor’s products.  One of the more obvious ways that a fisherman or fisherwoman promotes his or her sponsor is in wearing clothing items emblazoned with all manner of gaudy logos, slogans and websites, in effect becoming a walking billboard.  Terri has been a little  behind the curve in getting things going for the bass fishing season, partly because we didn’t make the final decision on whether she was going to be able to join the WBT and fish the season this year until November when it was time to take the leap and put down our money and sign up online.  After that was accomplished on the appointed date, I sat down in my recliner with a sigh of relief, thinking “I’m glad that’s over”.  Now I could relax until February or March when it was time to fish.  This seemed to coincide with my wife revving her engines into high gear and getting down to the “business” of fishing. 

I had no idea there was so much work involved off the water.  Simple, ignorant man that I am, I thought that most of the work involved with tournament fishing happened out on a big bunch of water somewhere. In a boat. With a fishing rod in hand.  According to my wife, I am woefully ignorant as to where the hard work of fishing actually happens.  Apparently the busy place is in our bedroom.  Now normally if there’s a flurry of activity happening in our bedroom, you could say that I’m pretty much “up” for the adventure and more than willing to dive right in and do my share.  Not in this case.  Not after the eye-rolling, you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me, men-are-so-pitifully-ignorant, take a deep breath and sigh reaction I got from the little woman after asking the sixty-four thousand dollar question.  “You’ve signed up - what’s left to do?’  She points across  the bedroom at her stack of labelled file boxes as tall as I am, full of books, papers, file folder, maps, and basically more stuff about fishing than I ever knew existed. I sigh in disappointment, knowing that I am not about to get anything except a lecture that I could have done without.

I can always count on my wife to come through for me with a way-too-long-and-involved answer to any question I am careless enough to blurt out without thinking.  Here’s the gist (or list) of what all my wife informed me is involved before a hook is ever thrown in the water.  Number one - get sponsors.  I understood that, I just didn’t understand that it involved things like presentations and proposals. I didn’t know fishing involved boardrooms. After sponsors are business cards, promotional pictures, websites, interviews and personal appearances - and all that is before the fishing season even starts.  Add to that my wife’s idea of being “prepared” to fish. The preparedness involves hours of reading and researching, checking and fine-tuning all of the equipment, and finally, and apparently most importantly, being personally prepared - which equals dressing for the part.  After much discussion and more researching, Terri presented me with my “options” as far as in my capacity as professional bass caddy. Put simply, there were no options. As a good husband and bass caddy, I’ll just shut up and let her dress me like a pet or a baby doll and take it like a man.  Anything to keep her happy. But, oh no! Big Problem! Now it’s gonna take too long and she is going to have to make a personal appearance, and we are going to have to fish, all without being properly attired. Seeing my wife rapidly going into one of her panic meltdown modes, I quickly come up with what I think are several perfectly acceptable alternative plans, which she immediately shoots down in flames.  Apparently she has narrowed it down to three options: Printing, patching, or stitching, or some variation of mix and match. I keep thinking,  “they’re shirts - just shirts!”

 Well we are day two of buying, then printing, patching, or stiching shirts.  I can’t even figure out why any one of these could not just take care of it. As a man, any of these would do.  Here’s what I’m faced with. I can go with patches. Sew them on - I’m cute and ready to fish. Give me a pocket to put my smokes in, and I’m cookin’, sometimes literally. And if it has extra pockets to put the honey’s make-up in, we’re extra-specially good to go. Now the problem lies in getting this done quickly. This is beyond belief. You can’t get any of this done quickly anywhere.  As a man I can slap some silk screen on and go. Not so with the lady in my life. Color choice, fit and form also come into to play. Now I know she could put on a toe-sack and mark it with chalk and be beautiful. I honestly think she is trying to soop me up. I must match her in color - we are a team. The fit can be some what looser for me. Thank God for that, cause if not I would look like 10 lbs of catfish in a 2 lb vaccuum pack bag. Iknow she loves me cause she makes sure I look good in public, most of the time. But anyway this shirt thing is really getting to us both. Just when we adapt to the issue a new one pops up. We have actually bought shirts only to find they were not what we needed in the first place. I refuse to return items purchased. This means we are stacking more unwanted attire up for a garage sale in the near future. This will be a big and fat boy sale of useless fishing and hunting attire. Good deals all around. MAN! A thought just struck. Maybe we could use our camo shirts, sew on the patches and be able to blend into the trees along the bank so the fish can’t see us. Now there’s an arguement to go with.

For today I quit

I really hope that everyone noticed the background change on the blob page. That was the big issue last night, the choice became easy. The execution was the part that got my rear roasted.  Now, as I stated before, the webmaster was called and awakened, (well maybe, he did say he was in bed I hope sleep was all that was interrupted) the website is fixed anyway. But, back to the page. Look at the hills and the clouds. They are so pretty (not words I use often). But thats okay this time. What I need you to do is visulize  a man sitting in those clouds looking down on me.  A man of great power a man of great wisdom. Yes, My webmaster!  Hince froth known among all none geeks as “T MASTER”. The man who pulled my flaming butt from the pooter hell I stayed in all last night. The second coming of that Perot feller.  All computer fellers should beware for he may smoot you. This man is anonimious and shall remain so unless he grants permission to reviel his true identity.  He not only fixed the site but he made things easier for ME.  I can safely blob and not get too mad.  Now I can hopefully do this without getting a virus the CDC can’t cure. Maybe I could learn  how to text and e-mail and get on craig list, buy on e-bay, do face bookin. Now imagine the above mentioned ” T MASTER ” with a slight smile on his face shaking his head saying ” FOOLISH, FOOLISH MAN!!!

Enough for today, Oh crap I just hit spell check and got an error code , this #$@%^&^%^$$##%^  craptop is possessed.  Please ” T MASTER ” put on your POOTER SUIT and save me.

For today I quit

Tonight I am P.O.ed. I told you yesterday I am not pooter llitirate and I just had to go through all kinds of choices of web pages. I DON’T CARE. Just pick one and let’er fly. Show me what to hit and duck. But noooo, pick one don’t be a butt, you can at least pick one. She looked at 500 and knocked it down to 19 so pick one. Okay this one. No that doesn’t have all the stuff you wanted. Well cheese and rice, how about that one?  No it’s not the right color. Well Fiddle dee dee dog droppings. Okay baby, you pick the one and I’ll be fine with it. No really your wisdom is far beyond mine. You are colledge-educated and all. You did surgery on hundreds of human females-I just dated a few. Really,you are much smarter than me and much better looking too. DON’T YOU DARE PATRONIZE ME .DON’T YOU DARE WALK OUT OF HERE.( I return head down) We look at the rest and a choice is made. Download in progress. NOOO DON’T TOUCH!!!! Oh crap call the webmaster. Rod touched the pooter during download. Please help! Pooter guy can tell time too. It’s 10:45 he tells Terri. He will fix in the morning. If you don’t see this until then, oh well. I probably won’t need to assist for awhile now so ranting should be about it. Pooters are bad. They cause issues. I am a bass caddy. I am above this machine. God I hate this thing. I really see an accidental drowning off our boat this year. Ah poor HP laptop, I hated it well.

For today I quietly resign.

I am sorry for not blobin yesterday due to the computer feller workin on stuff. I’m so glad I don’t need to deal with all that technical stuff. We pay an eight year old to tutor me but all I can do is type. Dang kid.

I’m at the lake tonight and am as snug as a bug in a birds’  belly. I can smell the water and feel the sun on my bald head.  Ahhh, back to nature. (finally)

On a fab side we now have two confirmed sponsors. I refuse to expose them yet - BIG SURPRISE COMING.  Needless to say we are elastic. These folks are a huge part of our family and we intend to make em proud.

For today I quit

Note from the adult on the site:  In a less than one week blogging career, my husband has managed to offend both the dog lovers and the cat lovers and now has branched out to include fly fishermen.  That has to be some kind of record.  Yes, he actually meant to call the blog a  “blob” on purpose.  To clarify:  The Management of this Website is not responsible  for, nor does she necessarily agree with or condone, any of the opinions (rants) expressed within the blogs.  As I tell everyone - “Rod is an adult.”  In people years.  (I do love him - he sure keeps everything interesting!)

Terri “The Fishing Doc”

Okay, I give, dog and cat fishin may not be the best way to keep your skills up.  So, after hard thought I think I’ll try fly fishin.  I hear it’s relaxing but extremely hard to master.   Real finesse is necessary to catch and land your prey. I had Lasik a few years ago, so my eyes should be able to handle the size.  I know there is much to learn and surely lots and lots of new equipment to purchase.  As with any guy, that just makes taking up the sport more attractive.  I’ll need at least a new rod and reel (unsure what type), waders, a really small net, one of those little baskets and a hat with baby hooks stuck in it.  Since I don’t know of any fly shops around here I guess it’s off to Academy, I’ve heard they have everything you need to do any sport. I understand true fly-fishermen have supplies, including string and feathers -cause you have to tie your flies. This seems weird to me since I’ve never had to tie a bass up with feathers and such. Sounds rather kinky to me.  Oh well, in for a dime in for a dollar.  I also don’t understand the part of slingin’ the hook back and forth all the time.  Maybe the flies are so quick you have to keep movin’ to get a hit.  Seems as though you would get wore-out pretty quick.  Those folks must work out a lot.  (This may require more thought).  I do know that bass fishin’ is not near as demanding physically. (Thank God)  Yet another issue just struck me. Why do all fly fishin shows happen in beautiful babbling mountain streams?  Unless there is a dead carcass around:  where do the flies come from?  Maybe they shoot something when they get there.   Or maybe they carry road kill in that little wicker basket.  That would explain why the mountain roads are always so scenic; no dead animals. If  they do kill something, what licenses are required ?  Driving (for road killin’), hunting, fishin’ ,combo, or a special fly license?  I’ll check into that after I talk Terri into letting me spend the money on the equipment.  I’m sure she’ll go for it as she seems to hate flies on principle.  I’ll use that argument for sure.

Back to the attractant, I know I pull plenty of flies on a hot summer day after mowing the yard.  Maybe I should bottle and sell sweat attractant.  There seems to be a lot of attractants out there on the market, but I’ve never noticed any fly attractant.  Guess we bass fishermen thought of the whole attractant thing ourselves.  Maybe I really should help the ol’ fly fishermen out and let them in on our little secret.  I need to careful about just up and bottling my sweat, ’cause it could be the smell of freshly-mowed grass that’s such a sure-fire lure.  I’ll have Terri research that.  I don’t want to look foolish on this new undertaking.

On the dog and cat blob, I had some concerns about plant damage and the cost of replacing those plants.  With fly fishin’ that concern is not there.  I can use this logic to insure the purchase of above-mentioned equipment. (Yep, always plan guys) .  I’m estimating the cost of set-up is  somewhere between a thousand and ten thousand dollars. This depends on the size of the hat you have to buy.  I’m sure  after “discussing” it, Terri will tell me to get a 99-cent fly swatter and accomplish the same thing.  I do need some help.  What is the world record for flies?  And how do you mount ‘em after you catch em?

For today I quit.

When I wrote “Dog fishin’”,  I thought I would get a few responses, but man, I didn’t expect as many as I received.  Now really, I don’t think anyone would actually think that I would do that to a dog.  Now that I’ve thought about it, I truly think the whole procedure would work better with a cat.  They seem to be more agile and would produce more of a fight.  They also have the ability to climb back over the fence when you have an errant cast. Of course it’s hard to pull them back over if they get the ball.

I just had a brain storm. Remove the hooks from your favorite topwater frog or rat and this would be a more realistic setting for practicing topwater fishing.  And if you think about it, cats are much easier to net than Milly or Mudslide (the aforementioned 80 Lb. labs).  Dang, I wish I had a cat. 

Diana, I hope you read this because the situation that you encountered yesterday would have been perfect to try and catch the Siamese cat you were after.  Had I thought quickly enough, I could have loaned you a rod and reel, a topwater rat, and a net.  How did your cat-wrangling go anyway?  I’m a true believer in “work smarter not harder”.  You looked pretty funny squatted down, calling, “Here baby”, in your soft voice.  It would have been much easier on you to have the right equipment to catch that Trophy Siamese.  Better luck on your next wrangling expedition.

For today, I quit.

Did he or didn’t he?

I’m sure it’s a coincidence, but Rod and I happen to own two chocolate Labs, Milly and Mudslide.  I just checked on them and they seem their normal, happy selves, but that could mean anything.  I never know with Rod, I’ve found out more than a few times in our almost eight years together that you should never underestimate him.  By that, I mean that I would never count on a comment from him as being too crazy or outlandish for him to do it.  I know he loves our dogs as much as I do, but I know that he loves fishing more.  What’s even scarier is that I can’t find the tennis balls that are usually sitting by “Rod’s TV area” in the garage.  He’s about gone crazy for the little bit of time that we have been forced to be out of the water this winter (for boat repairs, pump changes, etc.)  I never know quite what he’s up to when he retreats into his mini livingroom out in the garage, to indulge himself in a cigarette outside.  I’m sure it’s not so bad in the summer, but in the winter you’ve got to really want to smoke to go out in our garage.  It is pretty comical to see him wrapped in a quilt, with a space heater blowing hot air on his feet, sitting out there in front of his little TV.  He doesn’t seem to mind it, though.  Like I said, he and the dogs all seem suspiciously happy today.

A  funny thing happened on our way to catch fish.

Our lives seem to swing like a pendulum, from hilarious highs to gut-wrenching lows, and lately has been no exception.  For example, we just replaced our trolling motor right before the last tournament we fished this fall.  Actually, to be exact, the motor was two weeks old, and we were doing a benefit/memorial tournament at Lake Fork.  Rod, Jenny (our youngest at 19), and I were in the boat, on plane at about 35 mph.  We were running south on the lake, and had just started to turn by the dam in order to go across to the other side of the lake to fish.  For some unkown reason, our new trolling motor chose that moment to deploy itself - in 55 feet of water!  It was just a bang and a thump, like we had run over something on the lake.  Rod saw it happen, and did his best to stop the boat, cutting the engine and stomping the imaginary boat brakes with both feet, but we must have gone a mile before we even came to a stop.  All that was left  in the boat was the top of the  trolling motor, attached to the coils of wire.  The shaft, propeller and sonar head had disappeared.  They’re still on the bottom of Lake Fork near the dam.  If anyone sees them on their depth finder, feel free to go get our trolling motor parts.  I believe salvage rights apply on freshwater reservoirs also, so finders keepers.  Actually, it was a great trolling motor while we had it.  It was very quiet, easy to deploy (obviously) and operate.  This is just a tiny example of our lives being a thrill a minute.  Something interesting is always happening.  We told the “suicidal trolling motor” story a lot at the weigh-in, and no one had ever heard of that happening before - apparently trolling motors are not always prone to dramatic boat exits.

No comments.

Rod’s rant “Dog Fishin” really seemed to strike a chord with people today.  I answered numerous phone calls, emails and texts.  I tried to explain to everyone who contacted me that, if they would hit the “No Comments” button at the bottom of each blog, they could respond to the person who wrote it.  I’m new to blogging and so is Rod.  So are, apparently, a lot of friends, fans, and family.  I do appreciate their comments, though, but hope that they will start putting  them in for others to see.  Some of the comments I got on that blog were hilarious.  A friend and neighbor mentioned “cat wrangling” and I’m sure there is an interesting, and funny story there that everyone would love to hear.  I’m just encouraging everyone who reads to add his or her two cents’ worth, because we would love to hear from all of you.  Also, everyone I heard from had something fun or funny to say and I would love to be able to share those fun comments with all of our other readers.  So remember everyone, whether you love it, hate it, or have a totally unrelated question or comment, click the “no comment” button if you’re the first, and if the comments have been started, click the “comments (#)” to join in the discussion.

Wish I had a catchy “catch phrase” to close with like Rod.  I want everyone who reads this to comment and help me think of one.

Terri “The Fishing Doc”