03-17-2007, 05:03 AM
good story, thanks for the share....
I get the same fealing about my old thermal sweat shirt I wear during ice fishing season, it is full of holes, It stinks to high heavens come the end of ice fishing season cause I wont wash it till ice is off...
call me superstious, but I beleive if I dont throw it in the water it wont thow me in either, but if it rains on us while out on the ice then that dont count, well maybe it adds to the smell a bit [shocked]
With its muff pouch in the front that holds my fish towl that dosnt get washed all ice season as well, my gloves when not in use and my hand cause I tend to not want to wear gloves while fishing. my tub of wax worms gets tucked in the pouch and I check to make sure my tub is there a hundred times a day because of the gaping hole in the front.
the funny thing is, the more me sweat shirt stinks, the more fish I seem to attract, and the less other anglers want to sit next to me on the ice...LOL[sly] at least not on the down wind side of me....[angelic]
so is it true that old hunters and fishermen never die, they just smell that way? yes and no, we tend to smell that way long before we all eventualy pass, this year we burried two of our ice fishing buddies, "father and son" both of cancer, father in may and son just days before the memorial fishing event of another ice fishing buddy who passed a couple years ago.
I fished with them both, two years ago when we last had ice sutable for fishing in our area, days after they had stopped fishing and the ice was melting I found a jig the father had lost on the ice, I picked it up and was going to give it back to him on the ice this year. I was shocked to hear of their untimely passing, and wont be able to return the lucky jig he had dropped.
he would come out day after day and pull up fish hand over fist non stop till his limit was filled and sit around to shoot the bull till the rest of their goup caught their limit. "some days it would take hours"
I looked at it a hundred times this past season, and wonder about tying it on to my line and giving it a try, but as with the jigs passed down to me by my dad, I look at them and remember the fish they pulled in with them, turn the jiggs this way and that then pull out something I had bought and closed up the box. and say to my self, if I lost them I would never be able to replace them, and one day I will come across them on the shelf and pick up a couple and use those ones... And Hold On To The Memories.....
it memories like these and that of the old coat that makes us rich in sperit and brings us closer to what kind of person god had intended us to be...
Humbly Greatfull for times and memories shared with good friends and loved ones.
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I get the same fealing about my old thermal sweat shirt I wear during ice fishing season, it is full of holes, It stinks to high heavens come the end of ice fishing season cause I wont wash it till ice is off...
call me superstious, but I beleive if I dont throw it in the water it wont thow me in either, but if it rains on us while out on the ice then that dont count, well maybe it adds to the smell a bit [shocked]
With its muff pouch in the front that holds my fish towl that dosnt get washed all ice season as well, my gloves when not in use and my hand cause I tend to not want to wear gloves while fishing. my tub of wax worms gets tucked in the pouch and I check to make sure my tub is there a hundred times a day because of the gaping hole in the front.
the funny thing is, the more me sweat shirt stinks, the more fish I seem to attract, and the less other anglers want to sit next to me on the ice...LOL[sly] at least not on the down wind side of me....[angelic]
so is it true that old hunters and fishermen never die, they just smell that way? yes and no, we tend to smell that way long before we all eventualy pass, this year we burried two of our ice fishing buddies, "father and son" both of cancer, father in may and son just days before the memorial fishing event of another ice fishing buddy who passed a couple years ago.
I fished with them both, two years ago when we last had ice sutable for fishing in our area, days after they had stopped fishing and the ice was melting I found a jig the father had lost on the ice, I picked it up and was going to give it back to him on the ice this year. I was shocked to hear of their untimely passing, and wont be able to return the lucky jig he had dropped.
he would come out day after day and pull up fish hand over fist non stop till his limit was filled and sit around to shoot the bull till the rest of their goup caught their limit. "some days it would take hours"
I looked at it a hundred times this past season, and wonder about tying it on to my line and giving it a try, but as with the jigs passed down to me by my dad, I look at them and remember the fish they pulled in with them, turn the jiggs this way and that then pull out something I had bought and closed up the box. and say to my self, if I lost them I would never be able to replace them, and one day I will come across them on the shelf and pick up a couple and use those ones... And Hold On To The Memories.....
it memories like these and that of the old coat that makes us rich in sperit and brings us closer to what kind of person god had intended us to be...
Humbly Greatfull for times and memories shared with good friends and loved ones.
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