Wednesday, October 31, 2007
The day after seeing the movie, the very next day as a matter of fact, I went trout fishing in Deer Creek. It was a small creek that meandered through a wooded area as it headed for the Shenango River. The state did a (put and take) stocking of trout and they were easy to catch after they were freshly stocked. It was approaching evening when the fish like to bite.
As I was moving down the creek I noticed some birds flying into the trees around me. The next thing I knew I had 20 birds in the trees, then there wer 60 birds and the about 100 birds just chirping away in the trees above me. I could see birds flockingthe woods. The movie came to mind. Chirp, chirp, chirp!! It became mind numbing. All I could think about was all those birds flying down and pecking out my eyes. That's just the way I had seen in the movie. The birds gathered then attacked. My eyes are precious to me and always have been.
Discretion being the better part of valor, from Shakespeare, I got the heck out of those woods as fast as I could, jumped into my car and headed for home. Those birds ruined a perfectly good evening of fishing. I never saw birds surround me like that again so why did it have to happen right after I saw the movie. Did Alfred Hitchcock send them?
Jelly Bean the pomeranian dressed as a witch also.
Here is the portrait of the farmer and his wife. They were stoic and wouldn't talk.
Monday, October 29, 2007
We were fishing the west side of the Allegheny River and drive in by car. This part of the river comes directly up against the mountain. I'm sure it was similar to a lot of the West Virginia rivers in that configuration. We drove down the side of the mountain to the river. There was a wooden staircase about 100 yards above the river and the road went down the mountain to a parking place to a bottom that was near the river.
We had fished until close to nightfall and had caught quite a few. The fish we had caught were on a stringer near the stairway . We had worked our way downstream to the parking lot and someone had to go back for the fish near the stairway. I said I would go get the fish and wait for them at the top of the stairway. It took a while to work my way upstream, get the fish and climb the stairway. It was getting dark as I climbed the stairway to wait for the car. The only thing that needed to happen on their end was for everyone to drive up in the car from the valley.
I don't know if you have ever been in unlighted place in a wooded area but the dark sweeps in like there is no tomorrow. One minute you could see the fish you are holding and the next minute you are only feeling the weight of the fish. What's the problem here, I'm ready to go home but there is no car. An eternity passes and finally I see a car start and head lights proceed up from the valley below. My heart was filled with excitement as the car approached. I was so glad to see light and the security of the car.
WRONG CART, WHAT, there was someone else fishing the area. I didn't see anyone else fishing the river. The car passes without a glance. In the dark, even with head lights, I don't think they saw me.
More time passes and there is no activity. Did dad forget his own son? Wasn't I the number one son? How could he forget me? I had no answers, only questions. I didn't think it could get darker but I think it just did. Now I am hearing sounds in the woods as the forest seems to come to life. Is there a bear coming to visit with the smell of fish attracting the bear. Who knows, all I know is it was dark and I was scarred. We used to play in the dark all the time but street lights give you some light and there was always the stars and the moon.
Did you ever start to tremble from fear? I was to that point, no stars, no moon only dark. I had been in the woods when it was dark before but never, ever, when alone.
I hear a car start, Maybe dad didn't forget me. The car climbs out of the valley. I was never so glad to see my dad's car. "Where were you all this time?" I asked. "Was someone trying to get in a last cast?" I didn't care, I crawled into the back seat of the car, still shaking, and fell asleep in the the safety of the dark car.
I never did see a bear in the woods but saw one hanging from a tree once during hunting season. It was a big black bear. I wonder if it was ever near the Allegheny River.
Nascar now goes to Texas where Tonu Stewart last won.
Go Jeff Gordon!!!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Snakes and I don't need to inhabit the same area of space and time. I don't know if it goes back to the original sin story but I Don't Like Snakes. If I come across one in them in the rough when golfing, one of us will be sorry, especially if I have a wedge in my hand. If one tries to come across my lawn when I'm cutting grass the snake better watch out (spinning blades). If I'm walking along unprotected, I'll turn around and go the other way, simple as that.
So let's go on a fishing trip with the original fishing guy and my younger brother. I was about 13 and he was 11. God forgot to give give the same healthy fears I have. We were fishing the Allegheny River at the Henry's Bend section of the river. It's a beautiful stretch of river and the small-mouth love to get caught at the bend.My brother saw a snake swimming across the river toward the boat. He, with no wisdom at all , decides to hook the snake with his fishing pole. This snake was 5 foot long and black as night. Isn't that the color of a water moccasin is what went through my mind ? We not only have a snake but a snake that can bite and kill you. This is really were the term healthy fear comes to the forefront. He thinks that he should bring it into the boat to unhook it. Now I ask you, why was it hooked in the first place. I have no idea except sometimes brothers don't think things out. Now I'm really scared, there is no way a snake and I will inhabit the same space in a 12 foot aluminum fishing boat. No Way No Way!!!This is when I made the declaration, "If that snake comes into the boat I'm swimming to shore". Now everyone is laughing, except me, and having a good time. He lift the snake closer to coming into the boat. I edge to the side of the boat. The river is wide here and I don't know if can I swim clear to shoreline with clothes on. This entered my mind but was quickly dismissed. Finally Dad told my brother to cut the line. I guess he could see how close I was to the boat rail. That plus the fact that I had no color in my face. Later I let my brother know if anything of this sort happened again he would know another fear. The fear of the big brother Fistophobia.Two down and # 1 to go.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was something wrong with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room. "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?"
I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. "Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"
"Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having babies."
"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"
I was equally outraged."Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife.
"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically!)
"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).
"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.
"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know" she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."
"Oh, gross!" they shrieked
"Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know.
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later."We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.
"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.
"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.
"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.
"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know."Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)
"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.
"Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.
"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.
"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.
"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?"
I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.
"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.
"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen. Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . um . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife. We were silent, absorbing this."So, Ernie's just . just . excited," my wife offered.
"Exactly," the vet replied , relieved that we understood.
More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.
"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.
Tears were now running down her face. "It's just .that . .I'm picturing you pulling on its . its. teeny little ."She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.
"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.
"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad,"he told me.
"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.
Two lizards: $140.
One cage: $50.
Trip to the vet: $30.
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie:Priceless!
Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class. Lizards lay eggs!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
It was a great weather day for fishing. I guess we didn't know enough to check the weather like we do today. I had bought a 12 foot hand made wooden row boat from an advertisement in the paper. It was small enough to carry on the top of my 1956 Chevrolet Bel-Air. The car was a two door hardtop with a 256 V8. I had done the body work on the car and painted it 49 Ford red. It was the reddest red my friend junior and I could get mixed to paint the car.
My Dad the original Fishing Guy and I loaded the boat onto the car early morning and headed for Pymatuming Lake on the border of Pennsylvania and Ohio. It is a big lake but only 30 foot deep at the center. We launched at the Bay 41 ramp and rowed out to an island near the bay. There is one problem with a large shallow lake. The weather can take a toll on the lake. Needless to say a storm blew in about 10 AM and we headed for the closest shore, the island. We were about 300 yards from the main shoreline and the car. Now that may not seem far but in a row boat in bad weather it was a long way.
The storm blew in and stayed over us. It was raining so hard you almost could not see the main shore line. We stayed on the island with no signs of the rain letting up. After about an hour Dad asked if we should head for shore. I said lets go and started bailing the boat out. Talk about a losing battle I was hardly staying even with the rain and the wind was blowing hard and blowing waves into the boat. I thought we were going to capsize and drown.
Dad was rowing, he had worked in the steel mills all his life and was a tough old geezer. It was really hard rowing and I wasn't keeping up with the bailing either. Finally, we could see the bay near the dock. I was still shaking when we reached the dock. Dad asked if I wanted to fish the bay and I said "I had almost died and could come back to fish a different day". I was not fishing anymore that day. We could have died if the boat had completely filled with water from a wave. I never fished bay 41 again. I also didn't keep the boat long and moved to a larger aluminum boat.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
We were catching crappie at a hectic pace and filling the fish basket, which is in the water keeping the crappie alive until filleting. I got a bite close to the boat and the fish I just caught was bending my Ugly Stick in big arc. I told Jim to get the net. Some people call crappie paper mouths because of the thin membrane the have around their mouth. I would rather net a big crappie rather than taking a chance on pulling a hook.
After a spirited fight, the crappie headed into the net. I told Jim that it was the biggest crappie I had ever caught. I told him we needed to stop at the lodge and the bait shop and show them our catch. Russ at the lodge told me it was a Fish Ohio catch. Don at the bait shop verified the catch and had me fill out the forms. You know how you get rules and never quite finish reading all of them. Well on the last page of the licence there is a list of qualifying fish. Crappie have to be 13" to qualify. My crappie was 16" long, a fine size for crappie in the northern lakes. You receive a Fish Ohio Pin and Certificate from the State of Ohio. I mounted the certificate and put the first pin on the hat shown in my camera blog. I had caught a couple of other big crappie and two rainbow trout as shown in the small picture.
Now that I knew the rules catching a Fish Ohio Award fish became a challenge.
Monday, October 22, 2007
This is the eating area.
It has to be cooked first.
Here is the seating area.
This is the herb barrel.
This is mr. chinchillas cousin in the herbs.
Cleveland Indians fall to Boston after leading the series 3-1. They really came crashing down after a good start.
The Steelers go out to Denver losing in the final seconds. Roethlisberger throws 3 interceptions and fumbles to give the Broncos a lead. The Steelers come back to tie but lose in the end.
Jeff Gordon ends up third at the Nascar race. A positive, he is still leading in the points to the championship.
Ohio State squandered a big lead in the Michigan State game but held on to remain number one in the nation. The Buckeyes have Penn State in Happy Valley next week.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
The Steelers are playing Denver and NASCAR is having a short track race that Gordon and Johnson have dominated.
I better get busy staining the deck before this all starts.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
My favorite is my Sony Mavica MCV FD73 which is older and has a 3.5" floppy disc. It has a 10X zoom and the picture size on fine is only 70Mb. It does close work better then my good camera and is perfect for blogging. Here is a picture of my Fish Ohio Pin hat. I will post about Fish Ohio at a later time.
The newer one is a Samsung Digimax D53 which I keep set on 3 mega pixels. It has a 1 GB SD card. It has a 3X zoom. It takes great outdoor shots. The pictures are larger, 700 Mb, and don't post as well. You can see the difference, when I used the Samsung at the farm, in quality and the size of the pictures. I do very little photo editing, most of what you see is what I snapped, but when I do photo edit I use Ulead PhotoImpact 8. I also use Photoshow Deluxe 3 to make slide shows.
Friday, October 19, 2007
I hope that the Indians start hitting again and finish it of on Saturday.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
The maze was hard and after an hour we headed out through the entrance.
We were the only ones on the hay ride and the farmer gave us a long ride. We were in charge.
My grand daughter is relaxing on the hay bales.
My youngest grand son got into the act of relaxing also.
This is the highest spot in Mahoning County. It's not very high. You are definitely out of the Appalachian Mountains when you are in NE Ohio.
We saw cows and horses on the ride.
He does pretty well with sight out of one eye. This is his cat pose. Watch out mr. chinchilla.
Jake is 13 years old. We've only had him a few years but have known him for 10 years. He went to the groomers yesterday. He really needed a haircut. Sometimes he doesn't look like the same dog when he comes home. The groomers always gice him a nice scarf. This time it is a halloween theme. They give him what I call a lion cut with a flair at his face.
The Manny diaries
By Tim Brown, Yahoo! Sports
If this American League championship series becomes too much to bear for the Boston Red Sox, if this deficit is too large and these Cleveland Indians too polished for their weary baseball psyches, it won't be Manny Ramirez's head that fails them. Manny's psyche is just fine.
"If it doesn't happen, who cares?" Ramirez said Wednesday afternoon. "There's always next year. It's not like it's the end of the world."
Presumably, this will not be the precise sentiment with which Terry Francona sends his men onto Jacobs Field for Game 5. The organization and its city stowed the wait-'til-next-year routine with the 2004 Idiots.
Who cares? The 24 guys around him, his manager, his owner, the people who carve off a bit of paycheck to squeeze into those old, narrow box seats and chant his name every night. They probably care.
The Indians, I'm guessing, care.
There are, however, two riders that need to be attached to Ramirez's flippancy. He does not speak for the Red Sox clubhouse or the Red Sox organization. He goes years without speaking publicly at all, a practice the Red Sox might now consider encouraging.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
CC pitches on Thursday against Beckett and a win could put Cleveland into the World Series.
Let's go Indians!!!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Pacific Ocean
We had made a trip a cross country trip to Washington State in the 80's so my wife could visit her sister in Tacoma Washington. My brother-in -law Grant was a golfer and a fisherman so the trip went very well. We got out golfing a couple of times and it never rained once in the two weeks we visited. That is unheard of in Tacoma.
Grant and I fished the Pacific out of a southern Washington port. We were fishing on a charter in the Pacific Ocean. There were 10 people on the charter fishing for Salmon. I was new to this ocean fishing but not new to fishing. I catch on to new challenges in fishing fairly quickly. someone tells me what to do and I'll try it. I may add my special variance to the direction given. We would cast out lures when the boat came to a stop and try to catch some salmon. I worked my lure a little extra to try to get the salmon to hit. We caught Silver Salmon. You would tag the fish you caught and we each got to choose the largest of three of the fish tagged to take home. My brother-in-law and I caught half the fish that were caught that day. Grant caught 8 salmon and I caught 6. We were able to bring home our limit and share our catch with the other people on the charter. We were fishing along with another boat from the fleet in the harbor. The swells were so high when we travelled and changed spots the boat travelling 100 yards from our boat would completely disappear as you went up a swell and they went down. Several people on the boat hardly even fished because of seasickness. I hardly ever have that problem. We took the fish back in the car to Ohio and had several meals of fresh Pacific Salmon when we got home. The fish were in about 15# range.
We visited Mount Rainer, Snoqualmie Falls and Victoria Island, British Columbia, Canada during the visit.
The Atlantic Ocean
I was working in Connecticut after a company I worked for was bought out. I would go up on Monday and stay until the second Friday. I worked a lot of overtime and and didn't have many expenses with the company paying for room and board. I visited the Maritime museum in Mystic Connecticut and at pizza ate Mystic Pizza for those of you who saw the movie.
We fished a charter out of Connecticut. There were 25 people on the party boat. We fished in the Atlantic Ocean for Bluefish which were feeding on the bottom. The captain would position the boat and tell you to lower your line to the bottom. You had to watch when you let the bait down that as soon as you hit bottom to stop the reel so you wouldn't backlash. I got pretty good at getting the bait to the bottom and not back-lashing. The first people down usually caught the fish. The Blues were a good fighting fish but you had more then enough fishing pole to handle them. They ran in the 20# range.
I was fishing with my boss and a fishing buddy from Lake Hodgeson, Jim. I had taught Jim a lot about fishing at Lake Hodgeson so I expected a challenge in the number of blues we caught. My boss caught 1 fish, Jim caught 3 and I caught 13 fish. When the numbers get that high you are not unlucky no matter what so no fear of 13. We took the fish back to the hotel and gave them to the hotel staff. The hotel staff always treated us real well.
There were two fun ocean trips that I will remember for a long time to come.
How about those Rockies. A team from nowhere goes 21 out of 22 in their games and wins the NL series. They are on a roll and it should make the World Series a fun time. I'm hoping that the Indians get a chance at them and we will see if they can hold up against some good hitting and good pitching.
The weather is showing rain in the forecast. It could make for another long game with rain delays. Let's hope the showers hold off so we can get the game in.
Monday, October 15, 2007
What word do you not want to hear from a doctor during a procedure? Well, whoops has to rank right up there. The doctor had a medical student with him who was in his third year of medical school. He did the physical with the doctor was checking over his work. Everything was fine with me so the doctor decided to take the lesion from my arm in the same visit.
The doctor numbed my arm, so I was lying there awake, then punched the lesion out. He then told the intern to stitch the cutout area. The doctor gave me a choice on the number of stitches and I chose three since I am golfing this afternoon. This is when the intern said the fateful word. He finished the first stitch and said whoops. I wonder what he had done wrong. I had told the doctor that I blogged before this happened. The doctor made a joke out of it saying this is something I could blog about. It turned out to be no reason for the whoops so it just was the idea of telling about it that intrigued me. The doctor said take an aspirin and go out and play golf.
My oldest grandson is the number two man on his junior high golf team and needed a relative to play with him. His Dad had some out of town plans that he had forgot about. So, Papa to the rescue, I'm going to play with him today after school.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
1. The Indians come out of their hitting slump and beats the Red Soxs 13-6 in the 11TH. After being tied for two innings, they blast the Red Soxs out of the game. The series is tied 1-1 as we head back to Cleveland.
2. The Buckeyes beat Kent State Golden Flashes. Yes, I live in Kent, but I root for number 3 ranked Ohio State. The number 1 and 2 teams lose so the Buckeyes are the number 1 team in the BCS and South Florida is number 2.
3. Jeff Gordon wins at Charlotte and extends his points lead in the chase to 56 points. He is ahead with 5 races to go. He wins his second race in two weeks. Nascar has another 5 time winner at Charlotte. The team is doing great running 1-2 in the points.
4. The Steelers don't play today but I'm sure they would have won.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Friday is a long hard day for me. I gone from home for 12 hours and drive 150 miles to put in the days work. The drive has been getting longer and longer as I get older. I used to do it a couple days a week but only do it once a week now.
I hope I can outlast the game but may have to check on it in the middle of the night. ESPN has the scores available all through the night.
Go Cleveland!!! Beat the Red Sox's.
Boston knocks C.C. out of the game and takes a 8-1 lead in the fifth. Beckett is pitching great. Talk about starting a series badly. Your ace pitcher looked bad tonight. There's always tomorrow.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Here is a view up the east stairway.
The power washer is still hooked to the water supply but the deck is complete. The floor of the deck is stripped much better with the second pass. I used a soap on this pass.
Here is a view up the west stairway.
Here is a view of the fan.
Here is the railing beside the fan.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Now they move on to face the Red Sox's. Boston had looked bad for so may years that the fans have to be happy that they are winning again. They were the only team, along with the Cubs and the Indians, who hadn't won the world series in many a year. I would be really strange if the Indians could knock the Red Sox's out of the World Series. Can the 2007 Indians do what the 1990's powerhouse Indians couldn't do. We will have to see how Fridays game goes at the famous Fen-way park with the giant left field wall.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Here is a link to a sight about the black Squirrels:
Sunday, October 7, 2007
The New York Post complains about the Indians winning. They called the Yankees a victim of insecticide. Were both teams playing under the same conditions or were the insects only attaching the Yankees?
Steinbrenner could not be reached for comment but from his office George Costanza said that Steinbrenner was sorry for the mistake. Costanza said that was as contrite as Steinbrenner could be.
Tim Finchem said "I did not understand completely the situation and would stick to golf comment from now on.
Donald Trump said "I told Steinbrenner originally that they called them little people not midgets but he wouldn't listen.
In a related story Joe Torre will lose job as manager if the Yankees lose.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
George Steinbrenner said his team had beaten the Indians every time this year and this tactic of using midgets was completely unfair. He is putting his top office man, George Costanza, onto this investigation of the problem with midgets. A source, close to George Costanza, known only as Kramer said "George Costanza would get to the bottom of this problem and will do it quickly".
Fishing with George Steinbrenner was Golf Commissioner Tim Finchem and millionaire mogul Donald Trump. Tim Finchem told source that if this happened in a game of golf and a player who had a midget disturb other players would be disqualified immediately. Donald Trump who was also on the fishing trip said he would be happy to fire the Baseball Commissioner if he didn't make the correct ruling. Donald said he was really good at firing people.
Bud Selig said he would make his final ruling tomorrow before game 3 of the series.
Manny Ramirez (a former Cleveland star) won the game for Boston and they took a 2-0 lead in their series. It looks like Cleveland verses Boston for the American League championship. They were the team with the best record.
Yahoo has a great article on the midges attacking the Yankees. Here is the start.
(CLEVELAND – Even before Gen. Moses Cleveland arrived here in 1796 and first surveyed what would become a delirious baseball town on the shores of Lake Erie, residents occasionally had to deal with swarms of gnat-like insects called midges, which descend in vicious waves from Canada and overwhelm just about any warm body.
Friday, in an eighth inning of a game where the Cleveland Indians couldn't swat a fly if it meant pushing a run across the plate, the midges arrived unannounced and landed, seemingly all at once, on Joba Chamberlain's neck. )
Here is the link to the complete article. http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/news?slug=dw-aldsbugs100507&prov=yhoo&type=lgns
Friday, October 5, 2007
My grand son be sure to wave to look brave.
Here's something to do with the buckeyes. You can use them as Halloween decorations.
My grand daughter is real happy about finishing the greeting.
We got a new Halloween decoration that my grand son loves. The skeleton insults you and sticks it's tongue out at you. My grand son loves it.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
The inside is really spiffed up and it is drivable. I think it is fancy inside. Joe does most of the work himself. He was offered $70K and turned it down.
It's powered by a Chevy engine and it really runs well. You have to know what your doing to build a car like this.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Here are a couple of nice crappies.
I had an interview with Mr. Chinchilla. It was a good time. He asked who influenced my fishing and I wrote in the comments it was my father the original Fishing Guy. He caught so many fish out of his home lake that people use to follow him around to see where he was catching them. He had several spots around the lake and always caught fish. I'm a pretty good fisherman and am well known on my home lake but don't even compare to dad. I did beat him, only once, and that was on my home lake. He never came back to fish there.
I love fishing movies. "A River Runs Through It" is one of my favorite. My favorite line is:
"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters." -Norman Maclean
"On Golden Pond is my second favorite. Henry Fonda was a great actor.