The hell? How did it get to be 3:00?
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Adventures in Lure Shopping
At lunch I went to a fishing supply place. And eventually found the word "trout" on a sign. See, I decided to buy lures for my boss that I got for Secret Santa, because he loves to fish. And I did the research on what kind of fish he likes to fish for (pike and northern in Canada, trout in the mountains, mahi mahi and tuna off the coast). I started doing research on what kinds of lures to use for each fish, but pike research told me that pike fishermen like live bait, so I realized...ask at the store.
OMG.
First off, nothing is labeled in any kind of obvious way. I stumbled along until I saw hand-tied flies that had "trout" above them. But I had no clue what KIND I needed to get. Because there were tons of hand-tied flies.
Turns out most fishermen have their own preferences. I pointed out that this was Secret Santa, so the thought counted the most (and I had done my research). That was when I learned that there are two types of trout fishing at that. Well, damn! I'm assuming bossman does fly fishing, as he's quite the adventurer. So I got those kinds of flies.
Let's just say that one is pretty and orange, one is pretty and brown/chartreuse, one is pretty and black, and one is pretty and brown (an elk hair carrisomething).
And then I went to a book store and found him a book on Civil War battle maps. (He's also into military history.)
Next up to get - almonds and a mini bottle of scotch.
(At least the clerk I wrangled was cute. Not so cute was the pscyho guy in the parking lot. Dude, if you're ranting about your "fucking bipolar girlfriend", then there's no way in hell anyone is going to give you a ride anywhere.)
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Sports Moments That Are Freaking Awesome: Moment #4
When athletes play pranks on one another. Mmmm. Pie.
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Adventures in Lure Shopping
At lunch I went to a fishing supply place. And eventually found the word "trout" on a sign. See, I decided to buy lures for my boss that I got for Secret Santa, because he loves to fish. And I did the research on what kind of fish he likes to fish for (pike and northern in Canada, trout in the mountains, mahi mahi and tuna off the coast). I started doing research on what kinds of lures to use for each fish, but pike research told me that pike fishermen like live bait, so I realized...ask at the store.
OMG.
First off, nothing is labeled in any kind of obvious way. I stumbled along until I saw hand-tied flies that had "trout" above them. But I had no clue what KIND I needed to get. Because there were tons of hand-tied flies.
Turns out most fishermen have their own preferences. I pointed out that this was Secret Santa, so the thought counted the most (and I had done my research). That was when I learned that there are two types of trout fishing at that. Well, damn! I'm assuming bossman does fly fishing, as he's quite the adventurer. So I got those kinds of flies.
Let's just say that one is pretty and orange, one is pretty and brown/chartreuse, one is pretty and black, and one is pretty and brown (an elk hair carrisomething).
And then I went to a book store and found him a book on Civil War battle maps. (He's also into military history.)
Next up to get - almonds and a mini bottle of scotch.
(At least the clerk I wrangled was cute. Not so cute was the pscyho guy in the parking lot. Dude, if you're ranting about your "fucking bipolar girlfriend", then there's no way in hell anyone is going to give you a ride anywhere.)
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Sports Moments That Are Freaking Awesome: Moment #4
When athletes play pranks on one another. Mmmm. Pie.
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