The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 02: A Comma (is a Restful Pause)

[TxRad]

Seriously, I'd bake you cinnamon rolls for fish. My husband goes fishing but never brings anything home and I grew up on trout but I'm not very good at fly fishing.

Pack his underwear in his tackle box next time and see if he complains about it.

I grew up on bass, catfish, crappie, and bream. All easier to catch than brook trout. Most of my trout fishing came from Big Bear Lake in California. Rainbows and browns. Good eating, I must say.

I own several fly rods but they get used these days like a cane pole with a reel. They are great for bream and crappie. Nice sensitive tips.

 

[ChloeTzang]

Pack his underwear in his tackle box next time and see if he complains about it.

I grew up on bass, catfish, crappie, and bream. All easier to catch than brook trout. Most of my trout fishing came from Big Bear Lake in California. Rainbows and browns. Good eating, I must say.

I own several fly rods but they get used these days like a cane pole with a reel. They are great for bream and crappie. Nice sensitive tips.

Now seriously, I love fish (eating them, to be clear) and I did encourage my partner to go fishing a couple of years ago with a buddy that fishes a lot. His first and only fishing trip. His first cast embedded the hook firmly in his butt. He spent an hour and a half kneeling in the back of the car being driven to ER. They had to cut it out and stitch him up. He says he knows what the fish feel like now and no thanks. Oh well.

 

[Handley_Page]

Now seriously, I love fish (eating them, to be clear) and I did encourage my partner to go fishing a couple of years ago with a buddy that fishes a lot. His first and only fishing trip. His first cast embedded the hook firmly in his butt. He spent an hour and a half kneeling in the back of the car being driven to ER. They had to cut it out and stitch him up. He says he knows what the fish feel like now and no thanks. Oh well.

Send him back for another go; this time with 'barb-less' hooks (did I hear a sharp intake of breath ?). They are very handy things; it takes less time to release a fish and you damage it's mouth less.
I'm surprised that his buddy didn't do much to teach or encourage, but that's another story, I guess.

 

[ChloeTzang]

Send him back for another go; this time with 'barb-less' hooks (did I hear a sharp intake of breath ?). They are very handy things; it takes less time to release a fish and you damage it's mouth less.
I'm surprised that his buddy didn't do much to teach or encourage, but that's another story, I guess.

I think it was just one of those hilarious flukes. Wish I'd been there. He makes the story funnier every time he tells it. And yes, barbed.

 

[MagicaPractica]

Now seriously, I love fish (eating them, to be clear) and I did encourage my partner to go fishing a couple of years ago with a buddy that fishes a lot. His first and only fishing trip. His first cast embedded the hook firmly in his butt. He spent an hour and a half kneeling in the back of the car being driven to ER. They had to cut it out and stitch him up. He says he knows what the fish feel like now and no thanks. Oh well.

Wow, I don't know, my Dad taught me to cast and I never had a problem like that. But going out wading in streams alone doesn't appeal much when I could be writing.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

I put a fly in my ear once, flycasting the surf. Fortunately, it was barbless and came right out. However, that did bring the day to an end.

 

[oggbashan]

My fishing was incompetent when I used traditional methods.

As a boy I used to go spear-fishing with a snorkel off Gibraltar. I would catch squid with my bare hands. I sold them to a local fishmonger to add to my pocket money. With a hand held spear, free-diving, I could catch largish fish but only the species the fishmonger wanted that day.

Later I was taught how to 'guddle' trout - how to move my fingers underwater to attract a trout that I could grab and throw out of the water.

I spent a week sitting beside the Norfolk Broads with a rod and line and a legal fishing licence. In that week I caught an undersized eel that I threw back. That was all.

 

[Handley_Page]

My fishing was incompetent when I used traditional methods.

As a boy I used to go spear-fishing with a snorkel off Gibraltar. I would catch squid with my bare hands. I sold them to a local fishmonger to add to my pocket money. With a hand held spear, free-diving, I could catch largish fish but only the species the fishmonger wanted that day.

Later I was taught how to 'guddle' trout - how to move my fingers underwater to attract a trout that I could grab and throw out of the water.

I spent a week sitting beside the Norfolk Broads with a rod and line and a legal fishing licence. In that week I caught an undersized eel that I threw back. That was all.

My late wife was a competent angler (her ole' Dad was a master). My son is a skilled angler. I am not; keen, perhaps, but not very skilled.

So one afternoon on the Broads, fishing in one of the choked-up pools with gin-clear water, both wife & son are quietly giggling about how each had 'hooked another.' I sat there on the grass in the warm sunshine, and looked down at the shallows in front of my feet.
A real jack pike was just looking up at me.

It was at this point I gave up; if the bloody fish wanted to tell me I'm incompetent, I'll go and have a beer.

 

[oggbashan]

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It was at this point I gave up; if the bloody fish wanted to tell me I'm incompetent, I'll go and have a beer.

That perhaps was my problem on the Broads. I was fishing from the pub's garden.

 

[MagicaPractica]

My late wife was a competent angler (her ole' Dad was a master). My son is a skilled angler. I am not; keen, perhaps, but not very skilled.

So one afternoon on the Broads, fishing in one of the choked-up pools with gin-clear water, both wife & son are quietly giggling about how each had 'hooked another.' I sat there on the grass in the warm sunshine, and looked down at the shallows in front of my feet.
A real jack pike was just looking up at me.

It was at this point I gave up; if the bloody fish wanted to tell me I'm incompetent, I'll go and have a beer.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

My late wife was a competent angler (her ole' Dad was a master). My son is a skilled angler. I am not; keen, perhaps, but not very skilled.

So one afternoon on the Broads, fishing in one of the choked-up pools with gin-clear water, both wife & son are quietly giggling about how each had 'hooked another.' I sat there on the grass in the warm sunshine, and looked down at the shallows in front of my feet.
A real jack pike was just looking up at me.

It was at this point I gave up; if the bloody fish wanted to tell me I'm incompetent, I'll go and have a beer.

At least the beer can't talk back.

 

[Hypoxia]

At least the beer can't talk back.

I own an old Coors (Fairy Piss) beer can from circa 1970 that contains a transistor AM radio. So yes, the beer DOES talk back. And sing. And sell crap.

 

[TxRad]

I own an old Coors (Fairy Piss) beer can from circa 1970 that contains a transistor AM radio. So yes, the beer DOES talk back. And sing. And sell crap.

I remember those. Coors gave a bunch of them away at a NASCAR race at Riverside. I didn't get one but one of my crewmen did. It got banned from our pits. Not because it had a beer can look but because my sponsor was Olympia beer.

 

[NotWise]

I remember those. Coors gave a bunch of them away at a NASCAR race at Riverside. I didn't get one but one of my crewmen did. It got banned from our pits. Not because it had a beer can look but because my sponsor was Olympia beer.

Back in those days I thought Coors was pretty weak, and Olympia was just expensive water.

Now when I drink regular Coors it seems pretty substantial compared to the bland mix of American Light Beers. Does Olympia even exist or did other people actually realize that they were paying money for nothing?

 

[TxRad]

Back in those days I thought Coors was pretty weak, and Olympia was just expensive water.

Now when I drink regular Coors it seems pretty substantial compared to the bland mix of American Light Beers. Does Olympia even exist or did other people actually realize that they were paying money for nothing?

To tell the truth, I never drank either. I was always a Budweiser man but they never sponsored me. Carling Black Label sponsored me in Florida and on the east coast. It wasn't a bad beer but a little on the bitter side.

I haven't heard anything of Olympia or Carling in many years but they were pretty regional even way back when. But then again, so was Coors. You couldn't buy it in Texas or farther east.

 

[NotWise]

I haven't heard anything of Olympia or Carling in many years but they were pretty regional even way back when. But then again, so was Coors. You couldn't buy it in Texas or farther east.

Carling is still around.

Coors used to restrict their distribution to a region of western states. I'm not sure why. It stayed that way until a court case forced them to distribute nationally.

When I was young Coors sold in the next state over--about an hour away--but not where I lived. There was a thriving black market, but I never really understood why. We had a wealth of more flavored midwestern beers: Shlitz, Hams, Schmidt, etc. I expect that most of those labels are gone now.

There was a market shift to lighter beers but now craft beers seem to be dividing the market.

 

[Hypoxia]

Olympia is still around but only in Southern California, my pre-adult zone. I was raised on Rainier Ale. Grandpa (a wild ex-railwayman) made sure we kids got a small glass with every meal. Rainier is still around but only as a Pabst sub-brand, lager only, no ale. Suck-ola.

Anyway, I graduated from Rainier to Burgermeister, then Genesee Cream Ale ("Ginny Creme") and Carling's Black Label, then Griesedieck (greasy dick) Malt, then Colt 45, and Right Time (the Ripple of stout malts), and onwards. I learned about Champipple Cocktails (a tall can of Champale mixed with a small bottle of Ripple) and how to beef-up Safeway's cheap beer (Scots Pride or something) with a drop of anise.

I'm old now. I haven't time for that. I'll take a Triple IPA, thank you.

PS: If anyone insists, I can find more coffee beer.

 

[NotWise]

Olympia is still around but only in Southern California, my pre-adult zone. I was raised on Rainier Ale. Grandpa (a wild ex-railwayman) made sure we kids got a small glass with every meal. Rainier is still around but only as a Pabst sub-brand, lager only, no ale. Suck-ola.

And Pabst is brewed by Miller Brewing, as are quite a few other brands, like Lone Star.

I drove through a film set on my way to work this morning. I think that's the second time in the last week. I don't know what they're filming but it's probably a TV series.

 

[Hypoxia]

I have too many mandolins but I want to keep them all, even one that's only pretty. They're variously in standard GDAE turning, or 'Celtic' G-DAD (my fave), or Yank Rachell EBF#C# tuning for playing with guitar blues. I may string one backwards and tune it like a crazy taropatch 'uke. They're scattered about the house so wherever I sit, I can reach down, grab one, and play.

Too many mandolins but not enough mandolas. I may be forced to Albuquerque for a good one.

I need more 'ukuleles. The need is more pronounced now that my heart works a bit better and I'm playing more. My 6-, 8-, 10-, and 12-string guys are fine. But my 4-strings are deficient because standard stringings only go so far. I need linear stringings in one each soprano, concert, and tenor 'ukes. And I'll try not to obsess over a Tahitian 'uke.

The next quandary is, which 'ukes? My fave dealer is an importer's warehouse office near Ontario Int'l Airport east of Los Angeles... which is only 500 miles away, and I doubt we'll get there again this year. Hmmm, we'll be in San Francisco this week. I wonder if I can find a discount 'uke dealer there...

Otherwise, I'm still not allowed coffee. Or beer. Or coffee beer. Ay yi yi, not more lemon-ginger tea... But I can sneak in a few chocolate almonds. heh heh. [/me palpates carotid] Yup, heart's still ticking. For now.

 

[sr71plt]

Carling is still around.

Coors used to restrict their distribution to a region of western states. I'm not sure why. It stayed that way until a court case forced them to distribute nationally.

When I was young Coors sold in the next state over--about an hour away--but not where I lived. There was a thriving black market, but I never really understood why. We had a wealth of more flavored midwestern beers: Shlitz, Hams, Schmidt, etc. I expect that most of those labels are gone now.

There was a market shift to lighter beers but now craft beers seem to be dividing the market.

More than distribute. There's a Coors brewery in the upper Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.

 

[TxRad]

It's Monday? Moanday afternoon? Where did the weekend go? Where did the morning go?

Just submitted a western for a group of stories Laurel is going to post like the old slick willy stories. BlackRandi organized the whole thing as it was pointed out that there were very few westerns on Lit. Some interesting author names on the list of contributors.

One and a half more books to go in the ten book series. I was hoping to finish all ten in a year but... In any case, I see a vacation after the first of the year.

After that, I may take the time to turn the western into a novel.

 

[ishtat]

Carling is still around.

Carling was originally Canadian - from London Ontario. The company was sold to Coors in 2005. And Carling has nothing to do with Carlsberg.

 

[sr71plt]

It's Monday? Moanday afternoon? Where did the weekend go? Where did the morning go?

Just submitted a western for a group of stories Laurel is going to post like the old slick willy stories. BlackRandi organized the whole thing as it was pointed out that there were very few westerns on Lit. Some interesting author names on the list of contributors.

One and a half more books to go in the ten book series. I was hoping to finish all ten in a year but... In any case, I see a vacation after the first of the year.

After that, I may take the time to turn the western into a novel.

Interesting. Invitation only? I didn't see reference to this.

 

[Hypoxia]

The next quandary is, which 'ukes? My fave dealer is an importer's warehouse office near Ontario Int'l Airport east of Los Angeles... which is only 500 miles away, and I doubt we'll get there again this year.

Update: We just now arranged to be there in early January. My fingers are drooling already. Then a midwinter vacation on the sunny desert. We'll view snow from a safe distance. And I'll play new instruments.

But no coffee for me. I'm only half a person now. The slow half.

 

[Handley_Page]

Hmmm. Beer ?.
You cannot call a "lager", (aka "pils") -type drink -a beer-.
However, Both Carling & Schlitz are still brewed, apparent.
I used to love Lowenbrau or some of the Dortmund beers.

To my mind (and long experience), the best beers are (were?) brewed in a traditions English manner. Courage Directors, Draught Bass and some from the great industrial towns like Sheffield, Wolverhampton , Birmingham and the rest.
Beer with a bit of 'body' to it.

This is making me quite thirsty. Any chance of a cup of tea by way of a nightcap, please ?