tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316167180161761000.post7035416380325268828..comments2022-08-12T13:53:31.684-04:00Comments on 52 Trout: WEEK 20Bruce Folgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04265110059536921262noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316167180161761000.post-4037668549749504842009-10-26T08:42:52.468-04:002009-10-26T08:42:52.468-04:00Anonymous,
Because of our high editorial standard...Anonymous,<br /><br />Because of our high editorial standards you will notice that we did not alter in any way your reponse.<br /><br />We have found over the years that the psyche of those less fortunate than us in the piscatorial talent category can be a fragile thing, so out of kindness and our high regard for your wife, and her burden in having to deal with you on a more frequent schedule than we do, we will let your version stand as written.<br /><br />The Editorial Board of 52 troutPATRIOT DREAMShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08239845929759431249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316167180161761000.post-970503003657054302009-10-25T22:39:14.221-04:002009-10-25T22:39:14.221-04:00The “Speaker of Truth” has no vision at all of wha...The “Speaker of Truth” has no vision at all of what actually was found the morning after the event of “the greatest northern ever lost”. Richard and I set out to fish close to camp, so we worked the shoreline from our campsite to the south around the cove. We caught a few, but nothing of any great size or number. A straight line from camp to the opposite bank (about 400 yards) I saw something that was reflecting sunlight. As we paddled closer I told Richard to point me into the bank so I could try to see what it was. To our surprise, we had found an “Ozark Woodchopper” lure that might have been the one Alan had lost on that monster pike. The lure was in perfect condition, no bent hooks, no grizzled teeth marks, mint condition.<br />Okay, what were the odds of us finding this lure? 1000:1, 1,000,000:1, whatever the odds were we had the woodchopper in hand. Being faithful to our professional calling, we started spinning as many different stories as came to mind of how we found it. Of course the best story is the one we related to Alan. This is the same version Alan (aka Speaker of Truth) provided. Alan was at a clear disadvantage, we had the lure he had lost and he could examine it for proof that it was the exact same lure. Our friend the “Speaker of Truth” was speechless, humbled and without any counter rebuttal to his original story. The silence was deafening…<br />Richard and I decided from the outset that we would not tell Alan the truth until we headed back to rendezvous with our outfitter. When we reached our final portage, we told him about how we had come to find the lure. Immediately, without hesitation, loss of composure, he reclaimed the rights to his original story. With great certainty he said,<br />“Yes, indeed, the pike (aka log) was at least four feet long, possibly six and he probably threw the lure out in one giant jump during the night. The woodchopper floated across the cove to the far bank.”<br />As all good fish tales have a way of growing and changing, this one will forever be remembered in our thoughts of Basswood Lake, the Ozark Woodchopper and a monster northern pike. Truth prevails, as we remember it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316167180161761000.post-88406849074059266152009-10-17T09:51:39.189-04:002009-10-17T09:51:39.189-04:00Love it!!!! And Happy Birthday, my friend!!
Mike...Love it!!!! And Happy Birthday, my friend!!<br /><br />MikeMike Sepelakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10569706920906836936noreply@blogger.com