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« on: February 24, 2012, 10:37:59 AM » |
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JimmyG
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« Reply #1 on: February 24, 2012, 10:51:42 AM » |
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Yikes, nice pincher you have there.
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« Reply #2 on: February 24, 2012, 12:19:24 PM » |
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Says they turned it loose.....guess they figure he had run the guantlet enough over the years and survived.......reckon the oriental countrys fishermen would have turned him loose???????
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czuch
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« Reply #3 on: February 24, 2012, 12:36:00 PM » |
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I guess that would take about 4 pounds of butter. At least thats where I'd start.
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Aot of guys with burn marks,gnarly scars and funny twitches ask why I spend so much on safety gear
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BigAl
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« Reply #4 on: February 24, 2012, 01:09:23 PM » |
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The History of the Lobster
Centuries ago in North America, lobsters were so plentiful that Native Americans used them to fertilize their fields and to bait their hooks for fishing. In colonial times, lobsters were considered "food for the poor." They were harvested from tidal pools and served to children, to prisoners, and to indentured servants, who exchanged their passage to America for seven years of service to their sponsors. In Massachusetts, some of the servants became so tired of eating lobster that they had it put into their contracts they would not be forced to eat lobster more than three times a week.
Until the early 1800s, catching lobsters was done by gathering them by hand along the shoreline. Lobstering as a trap fishery came into existence in Maine around 1850. Today Maine is the largest lobster-producing state in the nation.
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wdvalk
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« Reply #5 on: February 24, 2012, 01:36:52 PM » |
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Damn,now Im hungry
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The Anvil
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« Reply #6 on: February 25, 2012, 04:19:27 AM » |
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Enormous lobsters like that are not very palatable. The meat is tough and not sweet like your average sized sea-bug.
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Boxer rebellion, the Holy Child. They all pay their rent.
But none together can testify to the rhythm of a road well bent.
Saddles and zip codes, passports and gates, the Jones' keep.
In August the water is trickling, in April it's furious deep.
1997 Valk Standard, Red and White.
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Robert
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« Reply #7 on: February 25, 2012, 04:53:21 AM » |
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SEE even in the fishing industry to big to fail comes into play  OK just kidding but I have had a 17 pounder that was great of course from Maine |
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“Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? Some people have to go to work and don’t have time for all that.”
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Mr.BubblesVRCCDS0008
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« Reply #8 on: February 25, 2012, 10:57:35 AM » |
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Catch a h$ll of a catfish if you used that on a trotline.
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The Anvil
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« Reply #9 on: February 25, 2012, 11:31:19 AM » |
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Catch a h$ll of a catfish if you used that on a trotline.
Mmmmm, fried catfish... |
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Boxer rebellion, the Holy Child. They all pay their rent.
But none together can testify to the rhythm of a road well bent.
Saddles and zip codes, passports and gates, the Jones' keep.
In August the water is trickling, in April it's furious deep.
1997 Valk Standard, Red and White.
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