And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Friday, December 11, 2020
I've always wondered how those noodlers avoided this, or snake bites, or blood suckers, or...
That's why I never noodled. When I was much younger, before I could work during the summers, my dad would "volunteer" me to work with some commercial fishermen that used our property on the upper Mississippi to land at. We didn't get them often, but when we'd get a big snapper you had to pay attention to what you were doing. It would usually lay on the bottom of the boat at first and this was usually when you had to finish the fukr before he started rollin. We'd shove a piece of half inch rebar in its face and get it pissed off. Pretty soon it would grab the bar and then you had to pull like hell to get it's head out of the shell, over a board and expose it's neck. The guy pulling the bar would pull up and another guy would use an ax to cut the bastards head off. Those pricks were mean. Even with their head severed, their jaws would keep hold of the bar. I saw one keep the bar in the mouth of it's severed head for three days once. To this day I don't like reaching into water that I can't see what I'm doing.
Since 1991 I have saved more than 300 turtles from death while crossing roads. I've had 3 in my truck at the same time. That was a busy day. I bring them home and release them by the stream that flows across the rear of our acreage. There have been 4 snappers that I have saved. Nasty, and over the top aggressive. And stink like 4 motherfuckers. The biggest of the 4 was about 30 lbs and was quite a handful. Have to hold them close to the rear because the neck is so long. Toenails sharp as razors, and the whole thing is covered in years of bacteria of every kind. Last year a large mama came across the road from the pond over there and laid her eggs in a sandy place in the front yard. She was there over 2 hours dropping hundreds of eggs. Did you know that the sex of turtle eggs is determined by the air temperature in the last month of the egg development? I forgot which is which now. Males when it's cooler, females when it's hotter? I'll never swim in that pond again.
I hope Ghost is carrying those turtles in the bed of his truck. There used to be a safety guy for Koch, almost certainly long since retired, who would bring out a turtle shell during his safety talks. A truck driver had picked up a turtle on a lease one day, and tossed it up in the cab to take home to his kid. Down the road he went and approaching a T intersection, the driver applied the brakes and went right thru the intersection, down the hill, overturned and totaled out. The turtle had crawled around and gut under the brake pedal, preventing the brakes from operating at full strength. The safety man called it the $100,000 turtle, because that's what the tractor and trailer cost back in those days.
That's why I never noodled.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was much younger, before I could work during the summers, my dad would "volunteer" me to work with some commercial fishermen that used our property on the upper Mississippi to land at.
We didn't get them often, but when we'd get a big snapper you had to pay attention to what you were doing.
It would usually lay on the bottom of the boat at first and this was usually when you had to finish the fukr before he started rollin.
We'd shove a piece of half inch rebar in its face and get it pissed off. Pretty soon it would grab the bar and then you had to pull like hell to get it's head out of the shell, over a board and expose it's neck.
The guy pulling the bar would pull up and another guy would use an ax to cut the bastards head off.
Those pricks were mean. Even with their head severed, their jaws would keep hold of the bar. I saw one keep the bar in the mouth of it's severed head for three days once.
To this day I don't like reaching into water that I can't see what I'm doing.
Since 1991 I have saved more than 300 turtles from death while crossing roads. I've had 3 in my truck at the same time. That was a busy day. I bring them home and release them by the stream that flows across the rear of our acreage. There have been 4 snappers that I have saved. Nasty, and over the top aggressive. And stink like 4 motherfuckers. The biggest of the 4 was about 30 lbs and was quite a handful. Have to hold them close to the rear because the neck is so long. Toenails sharp as razors, and the whole thing is covered in years of bacteria of every kind. Last year a large mama came across the road from the pond over there and laid her eggs in a sandy place in the front yard. She was there over 2 hours dropping hundreds of eggs. Did you know that the sex of turtle eggs is determined by the air temperature in the last month of the egg development? I forgot which is which now. Males when it's cooler, females when it's hotter? I'll never swim in that pond again.
ReplyDeleteI think this every time I see people "noodling." Looks insane. Not fun-insane. Just insane.
ReplyDeleteCall him Frodo.
ReplyDeleteI hope Ghost is carrying those turtles in the bed of his truck. There used to be a safety guy for Koch, almost certainly long since retired, who would bring out a turtle shell during his safety talks. A truck driver had picked up a turtle on a lease one day, and tossed it up in the cab to take home to his kid. Down the road he went and approaching a T intersection, the driver applied the brakes and went right thru the intersection, down the hill, overturned and totaled out. The turtle had crawled around and gut under the brake pedal, preventing the brakes from operating at full strength. The safety man called it the $100,000 turtle, because that's what the tractor and trailer cost back in those days.
ReplyDelete