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Haven’t fished for a few year’s know because everything is fished out around here now . But f~~~ i use to love it and if i wanted to go fishing these days i would have to go on a bit of a journey .
Had a good flick rod and used 8 pound braid fireline with six pound vanish leader .
I got into using soft plastic lures which i found really good . My favourite brand was the berkley range . I found the berkley minnow was a good all rounder in black or the pumpkin seed gulp . I used light internal jig head with these . Cast out and a soft landing on the water surface then let it sit on the bottom for a minute minute before jigging the rod to work it in with pausing intervals here and there . They work well in fresh and salt water .
In murky water i would sometimes jump to a black hard body lure with internal rattle . Had good results with that .
Many years ago a mate that was pretty cashed up i went fresh water fishing for bass . We stopped at a pet shop on the way and he bought some gold fish for live bait . That blew me away at the strike rate he got . Another trick i learnt was hanging a dead carcass over a branch so maggots fall in the water if you have a fishing spot you attend regularly in fresh water fishing .
Clear poppers i found good in clear salt water fishing . Black poppers if murky .
Whish everything wasn’t so fished out these day’s.
THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .
Whish everything wasn’t so fished out these day’s.
Yeah it’s annoying. For my dad’s birthday last year I took him on a fishing charter, which was a lot of fun, though we had to sail around for quite a bit before we found a decent spot. Between us we managed to catch fifteen snapper, which was cool, but it’s what you’d expect from a nine-hour trip.
But that seems like one of the few ways to get a result now, and those trips aren’t cheap.
To see what is in front of one's nose requires a constant struggle. -Orwell
Fishing is 1 of my top ten life expieriences.Something beautiful about the leisure and the scenery and the catch.
Anonymous42I believe in results! Tie a bunch of bated lines to a rope with a stone on one end, cast at 7:00 PM
reel inrope in the catch at 7:00 AM, f~~~ it, call my lazy….^effecient. I think depending on what your more interested in , the expierience of fishing or its purpose that definitely a good strategy MG.
Anonymous42^effecient. I think depending on what your more interested in , the expierience of fishing or its purpose that definitely a good strategy MG.
Those f~~~ers won’t let me buy dynamite so the rope is the only other option! Takes too long to drain the lake…
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You will be hearing much about my dear uncle’s mgtow life before it fades from my own aging mind. Forgive me if I bore some of you.
My uncle was a fish man.
Being on a limited budget he had a friend in the grocery business.
He would sell him cheap canned and tinned fish.
The man would make a lemon caper sauce but with roux flour butter base with white wine.
He would make pasta, the sauce starting with butter and flour, lemon, garlic, shallots and parsely with a hint of dry mustard, not too much. Then would finger the fish for bones and put the fish and juices into his sauce to heat. Saute red peppers…french juliene style and top his pasta. Served with a sour dough bread he liked to make.
Leftovers he was famous for wrapping in grape leaves or greens or cabbage…steam them with rice.
In the fall he had a big swiss chard garden.
Next days finger snacks.
He called them
adventure rolls. Always different.Often would slice like sushi and sauce it.
He was a sauce man. He saved his wine bottle last inches for sauces.
Before refridgeration it is how people preserved food, day to day. Leaf wrapped and steamed pasturized foods.
The arab and french terms escape me for these food culinary technuques.
Fish frugality, yet five star eats.
He used to can things in a brine often. Winters were tough on him as he often lived off the land. A farmer pal would till rows for him for his garden.
One Christmas I got him half a cow from a local farmer. He came home to his garage to find a new freezer filled.
I left him a christmas card…
GET YOUR EATING PANTS ON…
MERRY CHRISTMASYes, many wonderful hours spent fishing.
The man had an ice fishing sled. He loved his propane heaters.
He used to camp for weeks on the ice in a converted old pontoon boat a pal gave him. 2×4 frame, tarp and plastic areas for light. Army cot, propane heaters extra bottles. Deep cycle batteries inverter for music. Coleman stove to cook and boil water. Drywall bucket for a s~~~ter.
When the ice was thick enough he would have it towed to the lake spot.
He used to drop in his worms and frozen peas to bait fish.
Many great nights spent out there and I f~~~ed a few nice gals there.
He loved our zero gravity chairs, bug fluffy hats, arctic cloths I got us. A drink table between us, music. Fishing, baos, cooking and good chats.
Damn life was good.
He once said to me…at 50…shift gears, stop chasing gold or you will miss life. Be classy, cook like a chef and women come to you.
The man used to make fish roe omlets with creme fresh sprinkled with fresh chives.
I used to get him a few crates of oranges and grape fruits. He later canned the rinds for sauces.
I never saw him mad. Just a bit sad for the child aborted on him I think.
I hope some of these stories and ways help enhance our beloved manosphere.
It is time men start enjoying OUR lives.
Stealthy
Ands thats what lifes all about right there. That wasnt Boring, it was drama FrEE. What people call a simple way of Living is just about choosing not to make it difficult.Its about Living, taking in expieriences , feeling excitement , Enjoying your FREEDOM.
Now, I’m no chef however your description of how your uncle made fish, MAN my tastebuds knew something was going on.The differences in approaching how dishs are made thats an art form. The flavor of life, chefs have been known to say.Your uncles dishs have a sense of chef-d’oeuvre .
Aside from fish did he ever include Crab, Eel and the other assortments of aquatic life in his rescipies?
^effecient. I think depending on what your more interested in , the expierience of fishing or its purpose that definitely a good strategy MG.
Those f~~~ers won’t let me buy dynamite so the rope is the only other option! Takes too long to drain the lake…
A Show and then you eat. Entertainment and food have always been a good thing!
The Expieriences that define your life should Always be happy-go-lucky
Fishing is one of my three top favorite sports, and seafood is my favorite type of food.
If I could fish every day for my food and cook it, I would seriously live the rest of my life like that. If there’s one thing I miss about having my apartment, it’s going to the fish market and buying kingfish and red drum, and cooking them up in hemp oil and lime juice. Good lordy, it was heavenly.
I used to love surprising my uncle with nice things.. loved the guy. Was a class act.
To answer your question…
I once ordered live Maine lobster for Christmas.. his wife had tossed him out.. and it was a real cold winter.. I found out he was at his state land camp. His ranger buddy kept the seasonal road plowed. I knew he was out there all alone and had s~~~..No money, no food living on rabbits. Not enough strength to get all that needed wood.So I open my safe and heart up and got him a chainsaw setup for wood, a new hunter wall tent stove… an armload of new tarps, and a huge bundle of dacron string and a tackle box of tools.
Two new propane heaters and ten bottles of propane. My buddy, huge heart arrives the next day and dump five face cord of his best oak. Wow.. I just asked him for a cord.you name it.. about $2k in stuff.
The crate of lobsters came…perfect timing.. I got two toboggans so I could make a trip in there.. was about half a mile in…deep snow.. by the time I made it in there I was f~~~ing frozen.. 2am. Lips blue…shaking my ass off.. was cold as hell…negative ten. It was pull one sled 100 feet and got back and get the other…The coldest half a mile of my life..I saw his little pallet shack… a little light.. He came out and saw me.. was so happy. gave me a huge and I mean HUGE hug. He started to cry…thought nobody loved him. His wife kicked him out at Christmas and he was all alone in the world.
I told him to stop crying he was going to wake up the “kids.”
He said, Kids? I said, yeah.. we’ve got ten live lobsters I had shipped in from Maine and they included extra roe and sea weed. He used to make this irish seaweed bread. Hated it!! ha He did make a nice briny seaweed soup.And yes I did not forget the cooking sherry and we now have a lobster pot. He claps his hands together…all excited like a little kid at Christmas. I took the week off and stayed with him the whole time.
It took a few hours to get the place in order… had tons of stuff. A case of candles and the list goes on..
For the morning fresh eggs and his favorite Christmas caviar. He loved to have that with eggs and creme fresh on Christmas morning. The man had taste and made his Christmas english crumpets. Loved them. they are just like pancakes you put butter on them. nice.. He used to double fry them in bacon fat to crisp them.It was the best Christmas I ever had.
There we sat, roaring new stove.. a little stinky from the paint yet. candles, find table clothe and settings..his buffet table ready for his needs and wants. Like the captain of a new culinary ship of freedom and hope we dined like kings.
My mentor he introduced me to gave me a few cases of some very nice wine. Out comes his crazy big fish bowl glasses..to this day still cracks me up.The next few days we hit the woods and started making him forest furniture, put a wing on his pallet palace for his kitchen….I found the stones I piled up from the last year and brought in a few bags of concrete from town and cemented him a nice fireplace and a stove stack..had some sheet metal for a hood. A fine job I thought.. that really made it home..
I had a huge roll of builders plastic and put a rainfly over the whole damn place…that really helped mad a veranda and so on.Three days later it was like a condo.
I drove into town to get supplied and phone into work.. took a second week and a half off.. I did not want him to be alone.I had great fun making him a hammock.. I did a real nice job of it. It’s an easier go with two sets of hands.
So for Christmas we had steamed lobsters. He took the shells and boiled and reduced the broth and made a real nice lobster bisque. The man could cook. I knew his recipes and did not forget a thing.
It’s amazing how happy men can be when they are just bros.
I got a huge fire going..he was worried about the wood..but I told him there was plenty on the way.. OAK!I told him.. this was his winter camp.. I talked to our pal the ranger and he was cool with it.
So he stayed there all winter..
I kept food and fuel coming, warm blankets.
All the folks from the town we knew helped out.. a case of canned beans here, wood, pallets, booze, some ammo for rabbit hunting and so on. His wife felt like a real c~~~ later I think.His bro at the grocery store rigged me up with a s~~~load of stuff out the back door. bros man.. I’m telling you.
So I was out there as much as possible and was handling his letter correspondence with his lady friends. He was now a free man. Near penniless.. but had a make shift home, was drinking great booze and five star food.
He was worried about the money.. but I told him it was return on investment for teaching me about tools and how to crank real estate. I said, relax… rents are rolling in.. money is just paper and my safe is well filled from YOUR good graces, taking the time to teach me s~~~. My first tenant he lined up…
So this is YOUR winter of rediscovery, I said.
I had a bro at the library who picked out a shelf of books and did the longterm loan thing.. so he had plenty to keep him busy. I did extra insulating near his reading area and he had a nice shelf and it was like home.I brought an ice auger and a pimped out fishing rig with flag ice fishing sets. A nice pair of binoculars to see his flags.
Life was good. It was a real cold winter but I also got him a sewing kit and a bunch of materials… he made himself this f~~~ing crazy ass camping robe with a huge collar…looked like a king or pimp.. I could not tell which. ha Depended on what I was drinking.
New coffee pot and a case of lard for cooking and frying.. butter.. all sort of s~~~.
I put he word out and all our bros would load me up with stuff.
Yeah… the generosity of men.. Godlike.
Just ask.Finally spring broke and he found a clearing and I brought him some garden stuff and he planted a real nice garden deep in the forest.
His wife did a job on him as women do.. and that was that.
But he was free. About that time I think his social security kicked in and he had a little family money…Later I imported some grandma pussy for him.
That was a nice turning point it seemed.
He was a little put off at first but then realized he was a free man and began getting his place order and so on..I made him a drywall bucket washing agitator for clothes cleaning and each item found it’s place…just so in his well ordered world. A spice rack, all labels turned just so.
The wine rack..at that point he really started to feel at home reading all his letters from his grandma harem of widows.That made me thing.. things flipflop in life.. later a man has all he pussy he wants. ha.
The man did well as he had his music, food, fuel and plenty to read. The library gave me all the old papers and he fabricated himself what he called his throne in the corner of his place.
It was interesting a bro gave us a case of commercial canned foods..big #10 cans. He made little hobo stoves as I had a pair of tin snips in his kit.. so around the tent he kept little heaters all over.. was like Florida in there. The stove was used to make coals and then he would distribute them.
By his chair he had this fan setup with sting and weights.
To circulate air over the stove he would pull down on a weight and a counter weight would move the fan back and forth with a door spring for tension. Redneck engineering..I really loved being there.. all these little jelly jar tea lights made the place magical. The food was the best I have ever had. He did get mad at me when I brought his first lady friend out.. he was unshaven and so on.. being ashamed of his shack living.. but she loved it and stayed three days. For her age, was pretty damn hot I thought. Very loving and nice.
It was becoming home.. nobody there to judge us and the old ladies all were baking like made, sending me with too much food.. All trying to land their final gent. Was comical in a way.
There in the warm pallet palace of tarps, plastic and you name it.. feet up in front of the fire in the warmth of the glow from the heaters and our wonderful male bonded Uncle, Nephew relationship was the most loved I have ever felt. Him too I think. We cooked, cleaned fish and he used to make this stinky fish stock I did not care for.. so he saved that recipe for after my departures.
It was wonderful…
Please get a visual on that.. Snow covered pines.. lake…the glow of the lights and so on.. The ground was warm as I has dug a trench under his place.. cross layed wood and reburied it. At the one side was dakota fire pit and the smoke traveled under the place and out the other end to a chimney with some stack I brought .. took a week to get it right….A little smoke seepage.but later he just shoveled the hot oak coals in there and it was perfect…
He looked at me at one point.. we were out fishing.. and said.. This is the end.. I’m old and have nothing. I said..
you have your health, no debts, no wife, kids grown and gone and there’s about 20 ladies in town who want your baby batter for their coffee. He laughed. I said, you have social security and enough family money to scrap by and I’ll keep you in what you need. You taught me about tools and how to be good to people.. so a few rents are yours uncle for life. Huge hug.His spirits lifted more after that I noticed..
The old lion was young again…Later in the early summer he move back into town.
A bro had a small place for rent. I redid a bathroom for him and rebuilt a porch and he worked with me.
It was important to have a nice garden area for him.
Huge place.And life was good after that..he settled into his ways. I got him a few new suits and that made all the difference.
He found his life routine. The morning coffee shop, bull s~~~ting with the old guys and so on. His lunch and dinner calendar filled up. He discovered his cooking skills kept him fed. All the old widows of the town would buy the food. He would bring some garden items and a starter bottle of wine and he was laying pipe all over the area the next 20 years.
A great life. He was an old romantic with this Spanish music.. reminds me of him. So I’m learning Spanish guitar.He was class act and elected to never speak ill about his wire and just purged her from his life. Later she remarried.
Sorry to hijack the thread bro..
The man loved his fish.. taught me how to make a wicked lemon caper rouxe sauce.Mastered hunting and fishing and in time found his way in the world.
Life got better and better..
He made amazing use of a steam pressure cooker canner I got him.
I used to see him on the way back from work in the park bench feeding the birds with an old bird on his arm like the classy old gent he was.
Life, gentlemen.. it’s a journey.. and a gift.
Embrace it.Very Interesting read. It had Pearls of Wisdom Throughout and… A wonderful sense of friendship.
Your story about you and your uncle is the closest type of friendship anyone can hope for and have.You both were Important to eachother and took out of the situation Grand expieriences in human kindness.
Your post was Nostalgic for me.Your a Good Man stealthy, and no one can take away how your uncle fealt spending time with you. +100 for Content.
Anonymous42His wife kicked him out at Christmas and he was all alone in the world.
Nice timing for a suicide, I honestly think they’re programmed by society to hurt men as deep and deadly as they can.
I’m alone and I’d much rather bed down with a rattle snake.
I like rock line thrown across the river myself. It’s a stone age method of existence.
Most regions in the US it’s illegal, except for Native Americans. There are a lot of laws on the books that outlaw stone age stuff. Gotta keep the men on the plantation toiling for the bankers.
The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. --Sun Tsu
Haven’t fished for a few year’s know because everything is fished out around here now . But f~~~ i use to love it and if i wanted to go fishing these days i would have to go on a bit of a journey .
Had a good flick rod and used 8 pound braid fireline with six pound vanish leader .
I got into using soft plastic lures which i found really good . My favourite brand was the berkley range . I found the berkley minnow was a good all rounder in black or the pumpkin seed gulp . I used light internal jig head with these . Cast out and a soft landing on the water surface then let it sit on the bottom for a minute minute before jigging the rod to work it in with pausing intervals here and there . They work well in fresh and salt water .
In murky water i would sometimes jump to a black hard body lure with internal rattle . Had good results with that .
Many years ago a mate that was pretty cashed up i went fresh water fishing for bass . We stopped at a pet shop on the way and he bought some gold fish for live bait . That blew me away at the strike rate he got . Another trick i learnt was hanging a dead carcass over a branch so maggots fall in the water if you have a fishing spot you attend regularly in fresh water fishing .
Clear poppers i found good in clear salt water fishing . Black poppers if murky .
Whish everything wasn’t so fished out these day’s.
Nothing casts better than light braid. It sounds like you live in the southeast coast. Brackish freshwater and clear salt~~~er like Florida. I used take kayaks in the marshes and fly fish for redfish and bass in the rivers. The traffic was overwhelming for me though so I decided to pursue a career near more remote places. It is much colder here, but I love ice fishing too.
Misogynist - A man who hates women as much as women hate one another.
a crayfish pen he fed expired grocery store meat he woukd fry up.
One night for dinner we had a huge bucket of crayfish. Ice fisher had found his lake and fished it out.
The man lived his fish and hated farm raised.
He was a master with canned sockeye salmon. Made samon patties with a wonderful lemon caper sause.
Later he made a fish pen and put his catches there snd fed them from a worm bed. His pal worked at a grocery store and gave him bad produce for his worm beds at his house and camp area. The worms made great stuff he put on his garden.
Wow sounds nice. Your post reminded me, I used to have a recipe to make a great reduced white wine/caper/butter/lemon sauce to go with salmon or halibut. I really need to find it to make it again.
"He didn't marry until now, so he won't ever do it. Think about it, why would a man like him ever marry? It's too late to catch him. " ~some cunt
Anonymous42Gotta keep the men on the plantation toiling for the bankers.
I respectfully disagree, one needs to find alternate measures outside the cash exchange system. Emend your life by spending time being productive in alternate ways.
I focused on the hemorrhaging dollars and started applying all my efforts to eliminate the expense by alternate measures. I started a minifarm with chickens around 2012 after years of hemorrhaging the dollars, fuel hit nearly $4.00 a gallon for heating oil and gasoline over $5.00 a gallon in Vermont, diesel $4.50+.
By 2013 I started on my homemade hydronic hot water rocket stove, to date I’ve saved over 700 gallons of heating oil, instead I burn wood, plastic, and used motor oil @high efficiency and also smokeless and stink-less! I haven’t had the time to plum it into the house heating system with another condenser, but when I do my oil bill will be 1/10th of what it used to be, and I now sweat from time to time instead of (((SHIVER))) to save on heating oil. Bankers get ZERO, MG-Tower for the WIN!
The trees to supply the stove come from a 280 acre condemned family campground that was formed around my home and abandoned. I have filed multiple claims in a court of law, one being adverse possession. The forest goes in the rocket stove, and the cleared abandoned land food is planted. Again the system gets exactly what it deserves and that’s NOTHING!
MG-Tower for the WIN! Taxes are also withheld under lawful order to CEASE AND DESIST.
Again, MG-Tower for the WIN!Prior to the fuel price inflation I purchased a fuel efficient turbo diesel car to slash my fuel expenses, all I saw was rising prices consume my savings, I was burning much less and paying allot more, as usual, always feeding the federal reserve note all my saving so bloated filthy rich government could continue devouring everything in their blind money spending drunken intoxication.
F~~~, I belong here in the basket of deplorables!
F~~~ YOU HILLARY CLINTON! GANGBANKSTER’S BITCH!
Gotta keep the men on the plantation toiling for the bankers.
I respectfully disagree, one needs to find alternate measures outside the cash exchange system. Emend your life by spending time being productive in alternate ways.
I focused on the hemorrhaging dollars and started applying all my efforts to eliminate the expense by alternate measures. I started a minifarm with chickens around 2012 after years of hemorrhaging the dollars, fuel hit nearly $4.00 a gallon for heating oil and gasoline over $5.00 a gallon in Vermont, diesel $4.50+.
By 2013 I started on my homemade hydronic hot water rocket stove, to date I’ve saved over 700 gallons of heating oil, instead I burn wood, plastic, and used motor oil @high efficiency and also smokeless and stink-less! I haven’t had the time to plum it into the house heating system with another condenser, but when I do my oil bill will be 1/10th of what it used to be, and I now sweat from time to time instead of (((SHIVER))) to save on heating oil. Bankers get ZERO, MG-Tower for the WIN!
The trees to supply the stove come from a 280 acre condemned family campground that was formed around my home and abandoned. I have filed multiple claims in a court of law, one being adverse possession. The forest goes in the rocket stove, and the cleared abandoned land food is planted. Again the system gets exactly what it deserves and that’s NOTHING!
MG-Tower for the WIN! Taxes are also withheld under lawful order to CEASE AND DESIST.
Again, MG-Tower for the WIN!Prior to the fuel price inflation I purchased a fuel efficient turbo diesel car to slash my fuel expenses, all I saw was rising prices consume my savings, I was burning much less and paying allot more, as usual, always feeding the federal reserve note all my saving so bloated filthy rich government could continue devouring everything in their blind money spending drunken intoxication.
F~~~, I belong here in the basket of deplorables!
I 100% Agree with you synopsis. I was illustrating the reasoning behind most of these idiotic laws on the books. I watched a decent amount of survivalist off grid media. Some times the presenter will preface a method saying “this is for.
informational purposes only, it may be illegal in your state.”I’ve come to the conclusion that most laws are purely to opress poor men, for the benefit of the banksters.
The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. --Sun Tsu
Anonymous11it may be illegal in your state
Only because oligarchs paid for these laws, ignore. I’m starting a rain water diversion setup to deprive my city of money. They ass f~~~ed everyone in town with a surprise 4 times higher than normal water bill. I audited two years of payments to them. Nothing was out of line. I call scam.
Great post. I want to get some new hobbies this year due to my Achilles tendon injury. Been thinking about getting the flyrod out and learning how to use it this year. I won’t be able to do my old hobbies of hiking and biking as much due to my injury so I thought I would try this. I’m very fortunate to live in an area where there’s a lot of trout stocking and many streams that are flyfishing only. Just need spring to get here
it may be illegal in your state
Only because oligarchs paid for these laws, ignore. I’m starting a rain water diversion setup to deprive my city of money. They ass f~~~ed everyone in town with a surprise 4 times higher than normal water bill. I audited two years of payments to them. Nothing was out of line. I call scam.
Indeed, from what I understand fish and wildlife officers can disregard the 4th and 5th amenent at will. In the name of protecting “nature”. Thier fines are.ridiculous as well. Our overlords have.thought of a million different ways to sidestep that pesky document, the constitution of the United States.
The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. --Sun Tsu
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