ICE FISHING BACK PACKING GEAR

THE PERFECT DAY FOR HER

8:15 Wake up to hugs and kisses

8:30 Weigh-in 5 lbs lighter than yesterday

8:45 Breakfast in bed – freshly squeezed orange juice and warm croissants; open presents – expensive jewelry chosen by thoughtful partner

9:15 Soothing hot bath with frangipani bath oil

10:00 Light work-out at club with sexy, funny personal trainer

10:30 Facial, manicure, makeup application, shampoo, condition, blow wave

12:00 Lunch with best friend at fashionable outdoor café

12:45 Catch sight of partner’s ex and notice that she has gained 22 lbs

1:00 Shopping with friends: unlimited credit

3:00 Nap

4:00 Three dozen roses delivered by florist; card is from secret admirer

4:15 Massage from strong but gentle hunk – says he rarely gets to work on such a perfect body

5:30 Choose outfit from expensive designer wardrobe

7:30 Candlelit dinner for two followed by dancing, with compliments received from other diners/ dancers

10:00 Hot shower – alone

10:50 Carried to bed. Freshly ironed, crisp, white linen

11:00 Pillow talk, light touching and cuddling

11:15 Fall asleep in his big, strong arms

THE PERFECT DAY FOR HIM

6:00 Alarm

6:01 BJ

6:30 Massive, satisfying shit while reading the sports section

7:00 Breakfast – steak and eggs, coffee, and toast – all cooked by naked, buxom wench who bends over a lot showing her growler

7:30 Limo arrives

7:45 Several mircrobrew beers en route to the airport

9:15 Flight in personal Lear jet

9:30 Limo to Mirage Resort Golf Club (BJ en-route)

9:45 Play front nine (2 under par)

11:45 Lunch – steak and lobster, 3 beers and bottle of Dom Perignon

12:15 BJ

12:30 Play back nine (4 under)

2:15 Limo back to airport (several shots of 12 year old bourbon)

2:30 Fly to Bahamas

3:30 Late afternoon fishing expedition with all-female crew, all nude who also bend over a lot showing their growlers

4:30 Land world record Marlin (1234 lbs) on light tackle

5:00 Fly home, massage and teasing, slow, soft hand job by naked Elle Macpherson (bending over showing her growler, naturally)

6:45 Shit, shower and shave

7:00 Watch news – Michael Jackson assassinated by Rev Al Sharpton

7:30 Dinner – lobster appetizers, Dom Perignon (1953), big juicy grass fed rib steak, followed by ice cream served on a big pair of tits

9:00 Napoleon Brandy and Habanos cigars in front of wall – sized TV as you watch football game

9:30 Sex with three women, all of whom display eager lesbian kinkiness while you rest in between

11:00 Massage and Jacuzzi with tasty pizza snacks and a cleansing beer

11:30 Night-cap BJ

11:45 In bed, alone

11:50 A 22-second fart which changes note 4 times and forces the dog to leave the room

11:51 Laugh yourself to sleep

I would like to know if the following short stories are good enough to be published please let me know if you think their good or bad or if I’m wasting my time, thanks..

MY GRANDAD THE WORLD’S GREATEST SECRET AGENT !

I wonder if my granny knows,
What my grandad does or where he goes,

But my grandad went and blew his cover,
When he told me and my little brother,

You see my grandad is the worlds very best,
Secret agent better then all the rest,

He told us tales of where he’s been,
And of how he protects the queen,

He’s big and strong with dashing looks,
And armed with gadgets to help catch the crooks,

Like springs in his boots to help him jump high,
And a super jet pack so my grandad can fly,

But I think the coolest thing by far,
Is his secret agent car,

It looks the same as every other,
But I know different and so does my brother,

The windows and doors are bullit proof,
And it fires rockets from the roof,

And theres even a button by his feet,
That opperates the ejector seat,

but the coolest thing i’ve ever seen,
Is the car turn into a submarine,

I think the reason for this must be,
So that he can fight villans under the sea,

Like a monster jellyfish, or a robotic shark,
Or maybe a gigantic octopus that lurks in the dark,

Or maybe its so he can get to his undersea lab,
And work on new ways of defeating Dr Crab,

But wether fighting bad guys on land or under the sea,
My grandad will allways mean the world to my brother and me…..

THE END

MY FEARLESS LITTLE PIRATE BROTHER

In the pirate world there is no other,
More fearless then my little pirate brother,

With his pirate hat and his pirate dagger,
His wooden leg and his pirate swagger,

He sails the sea’s for the pleasure,
Of discovering new pirate treasure,

His motley crew stand by his side,
For what could be a bumpy ride,

First of all there’s cannonball Frank,
Who will make you walk the plank,

And barnicle Bill the captains cook,
Who catches fish by using his hook,

Snoozy Sam sleeps up high in the crows nest,
For its the best place on the ship to get some rest,

And when the crew finnish eating their grub,
Colin the cabin boy is at hand to give the dishes a scrub,

And not forgetting Polly the parrot,
She’s bright orange just like a carrot,

This band of pirates are no fools,
For they share in their quest for precious jewels,

My little pirate brother is in command,
As he steers the ship towards dry land,

I wonder what adventures lie in store,
Says my little pirate brother as he lands on shore,

And with the treasure map in hand,
The crew set off across the sand,

And soon enough they fear the worst,
Another pirate gang reached the treasure first,

It looks like the adventure has come to an end,
With no gold coins or jewels for the crew to spend,

But Polly the parrot has a different view,
She flies down from the sky and squarks to the crew,

SQUARK dont panic their digging in the wrong place,
And a smile creeps over my little pirate brothers face,

Whilst Polly was flying high in the sky,
An X on the ground she did spy,

For what the other pirate gang had forgot,
Is X always marks the correct spot,

My little pirate brother got his treasure chest,
And with his crew sails home to get some rest…

THE END

Braided fishing line allows heavier tackle to be used. Learn more about braided fishing lines in this free fishing video from the owner of a fishing tackle store. Expert: Larry Mastry Bio: Larry Mastry and his brother Dale own Mastry’s Tackle, a fixture in St. Petersburg, Fla., and together they have a half of a century’s experience in fishing. Filmmaker: Christopher Rokosz

I’m planning on moving from far up north of UK to practically down to the bottom of it! I have 3 fish who after 3 fish dying and tackling the disastrous water issue where I live….I have 3 fit and healthy fish! I need to know how far they could travel and how to travel with them ( i.e. would water need to be changed every few hours etc.). I’d be travelling by car/van from scotland. I really don’t want to let them go if I can but if travelling with them is not advisable then so be it! How far can they travel when in those lorries to pet stores??

Hope someone can help!
Thanks

I’m looking to buy my boyfriend a fishing rod for Beech fishing. Can anyone tell me what are the makes I should be looking for? Looking to spend about £100. Thanks

My pulse is always much too fast(80-100bpm while sitting) and I get irregular spontaneous nosebleeds. Does anyone have an answer as to what the reasons could be?

I am 22, fit(I have fat + muscles can almost be seen), I eat greens and meats & a fish here and there, plenty of carbohydrates and I got a massive sweet tooth. I don’t "exercise" but I move and do physical labour often enough it basically keeps me in shape.
I’m ~5,9 (~175cm) and ~176lbs (~80kg; almost 800 stones). So, here’s the deal:

I’ve had spontaneous nosebleeds for about 4 years now in pauses of a few months in between. They literally start without a cause – winter, summer, hard work, studying and today because I opened a door! Today’s bloody mess was about 1 drop per second for about 10 minutes but sometimes it was up to 4 drops/min for 30 minutes. I’ve received my share of hits on my face in my younger days but I’ve never been a quick bleeder. In fact, most of my external cuts dry up in a matter of minutes, it’s just the nosebleeds that don’t seem to stop. What could be causing this?

As for my pulse, my heart is always racing – at the moment it’s 100 beats per minute and as you can imagine I’m sitting down. My position doesn’t really matter, I could be lying down and it would still be more or less the same. I’m a bit sick at the moment(cold or flu) but this should be no cause for it to spike to 130 for about half an hour somewhere during the day(I ate something sweet and some cheese just prior so that could be a reason). Forte record, the other people I know pace between 60 and 34.
I’ve had 3 instances of my chest feeling as if my heart was grinding gears(quite literally, I suspect arithmy). The first time was when I was ~9, the second and third happened years later. In all those cases I was being physically active but it was nothing "out of the ordinary", less even. I underwent an ECG examination a day or two after my latest gear grinding and aside from my heart being a congo drum everything seemed to be fine – not even the pace was noted though as I said, about 90 lying down.

It’s kinda annoying to have your heart racing or a nosebleed when telling a woman you’re not really that into her. Besides, taste of blood doesn’t usually go well with my lunch.
So what is going on? Do I just need more "exercise"? Is it possible my veins are too thin or wide, is cholesterol an option? Is my blood too thin?
I’ve really no idea! Do you?
I *have* been to the doctor’s about them both a long time ago (note the ECG) and both times they sort of waved me away concluding they are independent from one another and not to be concerned about. Adrenaline? Possible, my ego is not really alive, but if that were the case I would be somewhat resistant to it. Instead, when I lost control of my car and nearly crashed the other day I felt tension in my chest and lightheadedness for two more hours. So I won’t bet on it. Still, thanks for answering. My questions usually aren’t.
Well aren’t you a bright ray of sunshine?
No point in doing that since I don’t really own anyhting anyone would want. Apart from a camera or two and a laptop. I have been weighing my options though, always had a feeling I’d die Beautiful.

I would like to know if the following short stories are good enough to be published please let me know if you think their good or bad or if I’m wasting my time, thanks..

MY GRANDAD THE WORLD’S GREATEST SECRET AGENT !

I wonder if my granny knows,
What my grandad does or where he goes,

But my grandad went and blew his cover,
When he told me and my little brother,

You see my grandad is the worlds very best,
Secret agent better then all the rest,

He told us tales of where he’s been,
And of how he protects the queen,

He’s big and strong with dashing looks,
And armed with gadgets to help catch the crooks,

Like springs in his boots to help him jump high,
And a super jet pack so my grandad can fly,

But I think the coolest thing by far,
Is his secret agent car,

It looks the same as every other,
But I know different and so does my brother,

The windows and doors are bullit proof,
And it fires rockets from the roof,

And theres even a button by his feet,
That opperates the ejector seat,

but the coolest thing i’ve ever seen,
Is the car turn into a submarine,

I think the reason for this must be,
So that he can fight villans under the sea,

Like a monster jellyfish, or a robotic shark,
Or maybe a gigantic octopus that lurks in the dark,

Or maybe its so he can get to his undersea lab,
And work on new ways of defeating Dr Crab,

But wether fighting bad guys on land or under the sea,
My grandad will allways mean the world to my brother and me…..

THE END

MY FEARLESS LITTLE PIRATE BROTHER

In the pirate world there is no other,
More fearless then my little pirate brother,

With his pirate hat and his pirate dagger,
His wooden leg and his pirate swagger,

He sails the sea’s for the pleasure,
Of discovering new pirate treasure,

His motley crew stand by his side,
For what could be a bumpy ride,

First of all there’s cannonball Frank,
Who will make you walk the plank,

And barnicle Bill the captains cook,
Who catches fish by using his hook,

Snoozy Sam sleeps up high in the crows nest,
For its the best place on the ship to get some rest,

And when the crew finnish eating their grub,
Colin the cabin boy is at hand to give the dishes a scrub,

And not forgetting Polly the parrot,
She’s bright orange just like a carrot,

This band of pirates are no fools,
For they share in their quest for precious jewels,

My little pirate brother is in command,
As he steers the ship towards dry land,

I wonder what adventures lie in store,
Says my little pirate brother as he lands on shore,

And with the treasure map in hand,
The crew set off across the sand,

And soon enough they fear the worst,
Another pirate gang reached the treasure first,

It looks like the adventure has come to an end,
With no gold coins or jewels for the crew to spend,

But Polly the parrot has a different view,
She flies down from the sky and squarks to the crew,

SQUARK dont panic their digging in the wrong place,
And a smile creeps over my little pirate brothers face,

Whilst Polly was flying high in the sky,
An X on the ground she did spy,

For what the other pirate gang had forgot,
Is X always marks the correct spot,

My little pirate brother got his treasure chest,
And with his crew sails home to get some rest…

THE END

When spooling fishing line, try to keep the line from twisting. Learn to spool monofilament fishing line on spinning reels in this free fishing video from the owner of a fishing tackle store. Expert: Larry Mastry Bio: Larry Mastry and his brother Dale own Mastry’s Tackle, a fixture in St. Petersburg, Fla., and together they have a half of a century’s experience in fishing. Filmmaker: Christopher Rokosz

Olaf & Sven were fishing one day when Sven pulled out a cigar. Finding
he had no matches, he asked Olaf for a light.

"Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter," he replied. Then reaching into
his tackle box, he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long.

"Yiminy Cricket!" exclaimed Sven, taking the huge Bic lighter in his
hands. "Vere dit yew git dat monster??"

"Vell," replied Olaf, "I got it from my Genie."

"You haff a Genie?," Sven asked.

"Ya, shure. It’s right here in my tackle pox," says Olaf.

"Could I see him?"

Olaf opens his tackle box & sure enough, out pops the Genie.

Addressing the genie, Sven says, "Hey dere! I’m a good friend of your
master. Vill you grant me vun vish?"

"Yes, I will," says the Genie.

So Sven asks the Genie for a million bucks.

The Genie disappears back into the tackle box leaving Sven sitting
there, waiting for his million bucks. Shortly, the sky darkens and is
filled with the sound
of a million ducks flying overhead.

Over the roar of the million ducks Sven yells at Olaf. "Yumpin’Yimminy!
I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks!"

Olaf answers, "Ya, I forgot to tell yew dat da Genie is hart of
hearing. Do yew really tink I asked for a 10-inch Bic?"