#big smallmouth

[blorbocantdomath]

i’m the fishmeister,, please expect a surplus of fish-posting as i ease into my theatre season

[all-out-bass-fishing]

The Insider's Guide to Bass Fishing Lures

Bass fishing has evolved to a near cult popularity with so many anglers through the years that there have been so many products made, clubs formed, and articles written about it. Here you will read about the types of Bass fishing lures you can use to catch them. Also, there is also a list on the necessary equipment’s to have when going bass fishing. The type of bass that will bite almost…

[bethanythebogwitch]

Fish at the state fair (booth set up by the state department of natural resources to raise awareness of ecological issues. Hopefully they get to live in a bigger tank normally)

An alligator gar. They used to be native to the state but were extirpated.

Gar gang rise up (alligator and longnose gar)

I think this one's a smallmouth buffalo but I'm not positive

I had somehow never heard of these before. The people there said it's a bowfin.

Big old catfish. Flathead I think

[altargokart]

Smallmouth Bass 

“Our Catch of The Day Is” 2022 + Woodburning on Basswood 

Dad used to take me out fishing, either in a lake or a creek - the most tangible memories I had of my family having a good time together were in the late summer months, muggy and hot and sticky, reeking of bug spray and clementines. I felt most accepted when I caught something, and reeled it up all by myself, but he always had to be the one to take it off, unhook it, and make sure that it was safe to be thrown back. Dissociation demanded this was the time I could be present, and the cicadas encouraged me. I wanted to have rough hands and wear a big ball cap like he did. Fishing was the only time I was out and my dad would say, “that’s my girl.” 

[extocancer]

Winter Coat Hymnal

Eddie Munson has never been good at goodbyes. 

 Then again, what is he supposed to do when looking his uncle who is none the wiser in the face on the front steps of the rickety porch of a not-so-brand new trailer just on the outskirts of Hawkins with a threadbare bag of minimal necessities slung over his shoulder? 

 Does he try to explain himself? 

Does he simply trust Wayne to understand and let him go easily? 

 Does he cry? 

Does he… hold it in? 

 Part of Eddie wants to make it hurt - give it enough pain so that Wayne tears himself from the overbearing habits that have been formed since he got out of the hospital. Checking in multiple times a day, calling from work even more at night, staying up on his days off sat on the porch with a carton of cigarettes and a case of beer lest he fall asleep – lest something happen during his accidental fifteen minute naps. 

 Wayne's eyes are tired, he’s tired. 

 But he can still tell, can still observe the bag over Eddie’s shoulder and take a hint when they move behind him and linger on the shiny BMW parked on the gravel driveway just by the mailbox, back packed sparsely with old reused boxes from the diner labeled ‘frozen meat’ and scribbled over in illegible handwriting that belongs to the other man standing beside the car. 

 Steve leans against it. 

 Arms crossed, eyes on the ground, lips downturned into a heavy frown like he’s been dreading this day for weeks. 

 And it had been…weeks. 

 Weeks since they’d made this promise to each other, weeks since Steve begged him to at least say goodbye even if it’s the day of – but he didn’t know it would be taken so literally.  

 To be fair, neither did Eddie. 

   “You got something to say, boy, you better say it.”

 There’s no heat behind it, only the shaking voice of someone who’s probably seen this coming. Guilt fills Eddie’s shaking hands, steadied only by the hardened grip on the strap of his bag. 

Wayne's shoulders square like he’s preparing to take a hit to the gut – he’s always taught his nephew to be truthful. To be comfortable saying anything, come to him with everything. 

 It’s easier said than done. Hell, how was this harder than being in eighth grade with a snotty nose rubbed face down along the cushions of the couch because he didn’t want to be.. 

 A queer. 

 An outcast? 

Fearing the worst with a bag packed almost the same as this resting by the door but receiving only acceptance. 

“I’m leaving.” He says, and it comes out strangled despite his best efforts – it wasn’t supposed to be this way. Eddie was supposed to just go, run away from the face of family like a coward after he’d faced a hoard of interdimensional demon bats because his pusillanimity knows no bounds. 

 This isn’t a monster or a hoard of angry hicks. 

 This is Wayne. 

 This is the man that taught him how to ride a bike even after his knees had been skinned over and over again until they left scars he still has today, how to unhook a fish and fear not it’s sharp gills cutting along his fingers after the first time he’d yanked them away in shock — big brown eyes fearful in the middle of that boat in lovers lake at seven years old. 

 More fond memories replaced with impossible horror. 

 Smallmouth bass are no easy feat. 

 But this hurts a lot worse than a bloody hand - sinks his heart into the pit of his stomach like he’s swimming down into a slimy portal to hell after the very cause of that snotty nose all over again. 

   If he’s thinking anything specific, Eddie can’t tell, with his eyes never leaving Steve even filled with as much pain as they are. Glazed over with what he thinks is tears. 

 He’s only ever seen Wayne cry once. 

 “Where to?” He asks, gripping the door handle with as much force as Eddie does his own bag. 

 “Colorado.” Eddie says. 

 One thousand fifty three miles. 

 “Near winter park. The Rockies.” 

 Wayne finally pulls his eyes from Steve who’s still scuffing his shoes along dirt and rock as he waits and returns them to Eddie. His boy. 

 With a sharp inhale he tries his damndest at a curt nod, at quick acceptance. 

  There’s a cabin up in the mountains there, Eddie tells him, tucked into the woodiest parts just at nine thousand feet above sea level. Cheap. Needs fixing but has all the potential in the world, just far enough away from people that they wouldn’t have to worry about anything at all. 

 The we is what snags Wayne’s attention the most – and Eddie knows that he knows from the look in his eyes, the tilt of his head. 

  His eyes are still misty, though he blinks them back with another nod and steps out onto the porch, closing the door behind him. 

 “You gonna come say hello, son?” 

 Steve’s head shoots up from where he stands, his own face full of exhaustion, dark circles dipping into sorrowful eyes. He does approach, hands shoved into his pockets as he ascends the stairs and stops beside Eddie. 

 They’ve met before in the hospital a multitude of times – Eddie knows this, so when Steve refers to Wayne as sir this time he can’t help but break his own tearful expression for the sake of a sad snicker behind his fist. Like a nervous new boyfriend meeting the folks, he sticks one hand out to shake but it lingers untouched for so long that he almost puts it down, opens his mouth for some kind of preemptive defense before Wayne pushes his palm into it and tugs him forward into a tight hug. 

 Steve doesn’t hesitate because they’ve hugged before. 

 Eddie’s seen that too, from his blurry just awakening eyes, the shadow of Steve comforting his uncle just outside of the hospital room. 

 He still doesn’t know how long it had been between his arrival and his awakening – didn’t want to. 

 But knew they both of them had been there the whole time. 

  Wayne pulls away but keeps Steve in a tight grip at arms length, face stone serious. 

 “You gonna watch after this one? Keep him outta mischief?” 

   “Planning on it.” He replies, forcing a small smile onto his lips. 

 “Jus’ make sure he gets a good winter coat..gets cold up in them mountains and I never could get him to wear one, even as a kid.” 

 Eddie snorts against his fist, flattening his palm against his mouth and drags it downward with a shake of his head. 

 Wayne isn’t angry. 

 The only thing he’s worried about is repeating the same thing he’s always said every single time he’s left the house since he was fifteen. 

 ‘Just wear a coat.’ 

  ‘Drive safe.’

  ‘Call me when you get to a stoppin’ point’ 

 The last one is new. It stings just a little. 

 ‘Don’t go forgettin about me.’ 

 Eddie promises not to, offers him a spare room sometime in the future with a hopeful look on his face but Wayne shakes his head. 

 He’s gettin too old, prefers stayin put. 

 They’ll visit for holidays and birthdays and bring back gifts. Send postcards from their slice of heaven in the mountains. 

  Eddie never sees a singular tear escape his uncle's eyes until they’re walking back to the car, hidden behind a sleeved wipe of his nose any would mistake as just a product of the cold air around them. 

 He just can’t take it, swigs his bag into the backseat beside his baby and plops into the passenger seat alongside Steve, waves one ringed hand out of the window at him while the other one splays out across the center console to intertwined tightly with Steve’s – gentle squeezes making for just enough reassurance. Comfort. 

 “He loves you, you know.” It sounds like he wants to say something else completely, couched out and strangled between words. 

 Even he had teared up a little. But Eddie thinks that may be one of the only things left in the world that he knows for a fact, dwindles on the others for a long while until they’re only three hours into their long drive, palms still clasped even though they’ve become uncomfortably sweaty in front of the vents that produce scalding heat to combat the winter air. 

 “I love you.” He says, because it’s the only other thing. 

 And Steve smiles, big and genuine for the first time since they’d shared a shy and fearful kiss. 

 “Does that mean you’ll wear a coat?” 

[doodleduck]

Dsmp characters as fish because a special interest of mine is northeastern game fish 👍

c!Ranboo - Brook trout (Salvelinus fontinalis)

Basically the loser of the fish community lmao. They are really sensitive to their surroundings. They need the water to be a certain pH and temperature in order to survive. They are migratory in order to fulfill those needs. They are also bullied by other fish (specifically brown trout) to the point where populations are dropping. They are one of the more timid and docile species of trout. They stick in small groups. They will become aggressive when feeding or defending their spawning nests. Brook trout also have some of the most unique and colorful patterns. Brook trout hybrids are common occurrences

c!Tommy - Largemouth Bass (Micropterus salmoides)

Largemouth are the fish that is in everybody’s business. They are very much in your face all of the time. Simultaneously both very smart and very dumb. They commit to one spot to make their nest and will defend it fiercely. They are picky where they put their nest and spend a lot of time maintaining it to keep it in good condition. They typically will live in the same body of water and not migrate out, but will change depths depending on the seasons and where food is located.

c!Tubbo - Smallmouth Bass (Micropterus dolomieu)

Basically the Largemouth’s little brother. They are very similar but the smallmouth are typically smaller and bit more docile. They are also arguably a bit smarter than the largemouth as well. They are also very territorial and will defend their nests. Their nests are also well kept. When defending or hunting, they fight like a tank. Although smaller than the largemouth they pack a bigger punch. Smallmouth are also more cold tolerant than other fish.

c!Phil - Walleye (Sander vitreus)

Walleye remind me of crows. They have terrific eyesight, which is why they have big eyes. Their unique eyes allow them to hunt at night. They have one of the greater lifespans and can live to be a couple decades old. Walleye spend time in schools with members similar to them. They like to lurk in deeper cooler water. They are more active at night and more docile during the day. They become aggressive when seasons change and they have to stock up for the winter

c!Techno - Bullhead catfish (Ameiurus melas)

Bullhead are similar to walleye and live in similar conditions. They like cooler murky environments to reside in. They are docile if left alone. They will become predatory and territorial if provoked or feeding. They have venomous spines on their fins which hurt like a bitch if you get stung (not fatal). They scavenge more than hunt and scrounge around the bottom looking for food. They fight hard and hit hard. And once they have something they are very determined to not let it go

c!Wilbur - Brown Trout (Salmo trutta)

Brown trout are actually invasive and are not native to North America, they originate in parts of Europe and Asia. But they have now established themselves as part of the ecosystem. They compete with the native species and often pose a challenge. They are typically bigger than other trout species and their competitors get shoved around a bit. Browns are smart and cunning, and are very successful hunters. They are arguably the most territorial species of trout

c!Quackity - Musky (Esox masquinongy)

Easily one of, if not the smartest gamefish. They are nicknamed “the fish of ten thousand casts” because they are very picky and know how to differentiate lures from real bait fish. They are hard to catch. Muskies are ambush predators and will eat anything that fits into their mouth. This includes waterfowl, rodents, and frogs. They are elusive and like to stick to themselves. Musky are very dedicated to their territory and will fight any intruders out

Yay fish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[boxcutterbaits]

This pattern is my secret weapon. Great for bass and big bluegill. Tied on size 7 hooks. Get yours on ebay. Link above.

[t1meslayer]

Nothing New

You know how Eric Barone just announced a ton of new content coming to Stardew Valley in version 1.6, despite the fact that this madman is also working on another game I need immediately?

Well. You can blame me for that.

I just started a four-player farm with some friends a few weeks ago, and we got so deep into our own lore about queer women homesteading it up with the help of a Scooby-Doo companion ghost that I had to write a series about them.

This is the first part of that series, which we're not-so-subtly calling "Sapphic Valley."

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Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Haley/female OC (this OC's name is Alex, but no relation)

Summary: A gaggle of burgeoning farmers from the big city move onto the abandoned farm west of Pelican Town. One of these new residents quickly latches onto a listless blonde who is desperate for a little more excitement from her small town life.

Click through the Read More below for a preview. Thanks for reading <3

A crack echoes across the south side of Pelican Town, fracturing the quaint valley settlement's springtime atmosphere. Black birds scatter from various trees, escaping into one massive flock that adds a touch of color to the cherry blossom leaves on the wind. Ripples break up the surface of the babbling river as smallmouth bass dart away.

Yet the memory of that disruption is subsumed as the land reinstates its natural cycle. Birds return to their perches. Fish fight the currents once more.

For all her efforts, Haley is unable to make a dent in this sleepy hellhole she calls home. She pulls the splintered web of dulled pink bubblegum off her candy-red lower lip with her front teeth and goes back to chewing. The rubbery substance has long been massaged of all its flavor, save whatever flecks are pulled from her lipstick with each bubble popped, but she continues to chew with the same mindless abandon that her thumbs flick across the phone hanging limp over her sternum.

The clicking sounds from her smartphone cover up approaching footsteps. Soon enough, a tall figure pokes her head around the rotting wood fence where Haley leans, eyes intently trained on the bored blonde.

[eli-the-bass-guy]

Now that this year is nearly over.

Here are my fishing goals for 2025:

1. Georgia:

Catch all 10 black bass species in the Georgia Bass Slam.

2. South Carolina:

Complete the South Carolina Bass Slam.

3. Florida:

Catch a “Big Catch” qualifying Suwannee Bass in Florida:

Either over 14 inches long or more than 1.5 pounds.

4. Missouri:

Catch a 15 inch or longer Kentucky Spotted Bass.

5: Oklahoma:

Catch all 4 types of Smallmouth bass.

Neosho, Little River, Ouchita, Northern.

6. Compete in at least one Bass Fishing Tournament. (Looking for a Captain)

Sources/Sites:

[kimkiln-teacup]

Why are the little vases so expensive? 10 Classic Bottle Types

A bottle is a container with a small mouth, a big belly, and a slender shape. It was originally used to hold wine and so on. The flower arrangement was popular in the Song Dynasty, and many wine vessels evolved into flower vessels, such as plum vases, archaeologically unearthed and handed down various plum vases from the Song and Yuan dynasties, often found with lids, or with inscriptions on the body such as "Zixiang Jiuhai", "Qinggu Fine Wine", etc., which can prove that the plum vases were at that time it is used as a wine container. The porcelain vases of this period are precious in materials, elegant in shape, and of great artistic value.

In the Qing Dynasty, there appeared vases that were not used for flower arrangement, but purely for decoration. And the emergence of this kind of flower vessel with fine workmanship, rare and precious materials, and not for a flower arrangement is also a result of the development of porcelain itself to its peak stage.

We have seen many bottles and jars in the past, but when porcelain bottles with different postures are placed in front of us, can you name them? Let's talk about the 10 most classic bottle types in ceramics. 

Check out our vintage teacup selection for the very best in unique or custom. www.kimkiln.com

橄榄瓶Olive bottle

Spreading mouth, short neck, retracted shoulders and neck, slightly bulging abdomen, and deflected feet. The body of the bottle looks like an olive, hence the name. Created by Dengfeng Kiln in Henan in the Song Dynasty, it was still produced in the Qing Dynasty. The shape has changed slightly, and the neck is slightly longer, which is well-proportioned and beautiful.

梅瓶Plum vase

Smallmouth, short neck, plump shoulders, slightly narrow to the shin of the foot, because of the small diameter, only plum branches can be inserted, hence the name. Created in the Song Dynasty, it was fired in the Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, but the name of the Plum vase began in the Qing Dynasty.

蒜头瓶Garlic bottle

Long neck, slashed shoulders, round belly, round feet, bottle mouth looks like garlic, hence the name. It imitates the style of copper vases in the Han Dynasty. It was fired in the Song Dynasty and was common in Jingdezhen kilns in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The varieties include blue and white, multicolored, pastel, and enamel.

棒槌瓶Mallet bottle

The mouth is turned outwards, the neck is straight, the shoulders are plump, the abdomen looks like a straight tube, the feet are round, and the shape looks like a laundry mallet, hence the name. The Ru Kiln of the Song Dynasty was created and fired, and the Kangxi Jingdezhen Kiln of the Qing Dynasty was also fired. The varieties include blue and white, five colors, sprinkled blue and gold, etc.

玉壶春瓶Jade pot spring bottle

Named after the poem "Yuhu first spring". A thin neck, round belly, and ring feet form a soft bottle body with changing arcs. Created in the Song Dynasty, Ding Kiln, Yaozhou Kiln, Cizhou Kiln, Longquan Kiln, and Jingdezhen Kiln were all fired. Yuan, Ming, and Qing Dynasties were still fired in Jingdezhen. The varieties include blue and white, underglaze red, five colors, bucket colors, pastel colors, etc. They are typical utensils in the shape of Chinese porcelain.

花口瓶 Huakou vase

Slender neck, round belly, and slanted feet. The mouth of the bottle is like an open petal, so it is named. It was fired in Jingdezhen, Cizhou, and Yaozhou kilns in the Song Dynasty, and imitated in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

琮式瓶Cong-style vase

Made from a jade cong imitating the ritual vessel of the Zhou Dynasty. Round mouth, square body, ring feet, the four sides of the shape are decorated with raised lines, the mouth and feet are about the same size. Created in the Song Dynasty, Longquan kilns and official kilns are more common, and they are still fired in the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.

宝月瓶Baoyue bottle

Also known as "holding the moon bottle". It has a small mouth, a straight neck, and two ears on the side of the neck. It is named because the belly of the bottle looks like a full moon. One of the common utensils in Jingdezhen kiln, imitated by Yongzheng and Qianlong in Qing Dynasty, mostly blue and white.

天球瓶Tianqiu bottle

Straight mouth, long neck, round abdomen, like a ball, hence the name. Created in Jingdezhen kiln in Ming Dynasty, mostly blue and white. Yongzheng and Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty also fired blue and white underglaze red, pastel and other varieties.

胆式瓶Gallbladder bottle

Straight mouth, long neck, slashed shoulders, plump lower abdomen, shaped like a gallbladder, hence the name. Ge Kiln and Jun Kiln in Song Dynasty fired this style, and Jingdezhen Kiln in Qing Dynasty was the more common, mostly monochrome glaze. Gourd, hence the name. Created by Longquan Kiln in the Southern Song Dynasty, Jingdezhen Kiln in the Yuan and Ming Dynasties is more common and has a square, hexagonal, octagonal, upper circle and lower bottom, and flat belly equations. Varieties include blue and white, five colors, white glaze, yellow glaze, etc., and some books have the word "Daji".

Check out our vintage teacup selection for the very best in unique or custom. www.kimkiln.com

The small porcelain vase entrusts the poetry and feelings of the ancients. From wine vessels to flower vessels to ornamental decorations, the evolution of bottles has witnessed the development and progress of ancient ceramic craftsmanship. Precious materials, fine craftsmanship, and elegant ancient rhyme make them transcend time and space, become precious for a long time, and become the favorite of ancient literati.

[jwenvs3000w24]

Blog 5: The Flow of Water

Hey everyone! Welcome back to my blog! I hope you’ve been enjoying the posts and I have been reading all the replies/reblogs and I am glad to see others taking interest in the same topics as me! Anyway, we’ll get into this new blog post, and I’ll be writing about what water really means to me. Enjoy the read and the pics!

Ever since I can remember I have had a strong connection and always feel drawn/pulled towards the water. Anytime I am near any body of water no matter how big or small, it could be a small puddle on the ground or on a table or it could be an ocean or lake, I will stare at it for a little while to see if I can see anything moving within it. I am unsure why but all life in the water intrigues me. Ever since I was young my dad would take me fishing when we could and I know for a fact that this is one reason I have the love for the water that I do, but even before that I was eager to go to the water and look at everything in it. 

This is a picture of a time my friend and I went fishing just out front of my cottage in a paddle boat, and we caught 4 smallmouth bass (2-3 pound like the one in the picture, 1 1.5 pound, and 1 1 pound).

Fishing is a very large hobby for me to this day, and I will find any excuse I can to go fishing when I’m at my cottage or somewhere I know I can fish. I mentioned in an earlier post that my dad and I are going on a fishing trip in BC and it is supposed to be a once in a lifetime experience, so I am very excited for that. Due to how much I had gone fishing it piqued my interest more and more on how the fish survived and lived in the water. I was always told to be careful when handling a fish because their gills are very sensitive, but I was never told why. This interested me so much I am now in my 4th year of Marine and Freshwater biology, and while this answered the original question of why fish gills are so sensitive it has opened up a multitude of other more in depth questions and just makes my love for these creatures even more deep.

I’ve never really been one who enjoys reading, but as a young child my favourite book of all time that I would take everywhere with me was titled, “Oceans”. This book helped with my ever growing interest in all things aquatic, and has helped with my ‘random useless facts’. This book never left my side for roughly the years between 7 years old to 11 years old. This is what I would read when I was bored or during the “silent reading” time in school.

This video shows how rough the waters at Indian head cove, Tobermory can get, but as dangerous as this may be there is also beauty in the waves destruction.

Swimming is one of my favourite forms of exercise. I find that whenever I go swimming with friends either in a lake or in a pool I am always able to continue swimming without fatigue. While swimming I do not feel as if I get tired and always have strength. I also enjoy freediving (although I am still trying to get better). I find diving to deeper depths extremely peaceful because it’s so solitary when you are 20-25 feet below the surface. The noise isn’t overwhelmingly loud but it’s also not silent. The water pressure around you feels like a cold hug, and all you see is a beautiful deep blue (at least in Georgian bay/Lake Huron), and when you let your body swish in the current (while holding onto something so you don’t drift away too far) it is such a serene feeling.

This is a picture of Georgian bay on a very calm day and it shows the beautiful deep blue colour.

Unfortunately, I don’t have any pictures of being underwater, but I hope you enjoyed the other pics. I hope you all enjoyed the post this week, and I look forward to your replies! I’ll see you next week for the next post! 

[bridoesotherjunk]

WELLP

Guess who fucking lost their phone today

And oh no I don't mean misplaced it

I mean lost it in a fucking river

I went fishing this morning and as I was reeling in a big smallmouth bass, I thought I had it in my pocket- but it was apparently on my lap.... So... Yeah.

It's gone.

I'm not even really upset about the phone itself, I'm more upset because I had so many photos of my dog on them. I hope I can save any that were backed up on cloud storage or something, and I know my mom and my family has photos that I've sent them, so I can at least get some pictures of Trouper.

I'm just sad.

[queenofbaws]

Hi Queenie, hope you are well and having a good weekend 😊

Kaylee tries to set up Facebook accounts for her uncles and tries to show them how to use it to try to encourage some curiosity outside the Big House.

"Okay, so...here's your page, Uncle Bobby, I made sure to put a bunch of games on it...and Uncle Trav, I put instructions for how to look people up here on the sticky note beside your login info...and Uncle Jack, uh..." Kaylee paused for perhaps a moment too long with her hand hovering over the enter key. She'd spent the past...well, okay, she didn't actually want to stop and think about how much time she'd just wasted trying to explain the basics of Facebook to the three of them honestly, but it'd been long enough that she'd forgotten why she'd saved Uncle Jack's account for last.

When the weight of their eyes was too much for her, she finished signing in, assuming her sweetest and most innocent smile a millisecond before Uncle Bobby pointed out the obvious: "Wait...why's he already got friends and shit?"

She sniffed once, cleared her throat, and, careful not to let anything even resembling guilt flit across her face, gave them the God's honest truth, admitting, "Yeah, so...Caleb and I got kinda bored last summer, and...blah blah blah, we mighta started catfishing a buncha old ladies to see if they'd give us their secret family recipes, or pictures of their pets."

"...how, in the name of God," Uncle Travis started, talking real slow and real jerky, the way he always did when he felt like he'd been wronged somehow, "did you get that many messages pretending to be Jack?!"

Instead of answering him straightaway, Kaylee clicked on the collection of profile photos and flipped through them, revealing what was essentially a flipbook of Uncle Jack holding up progressively weirder and weirder hunting trophies, starting with a smallmouth bass and ending (for now) with a big-eyed alien roasting on a spit; to either side of her, Uncle Jack and Uncle Bobby started snickering, and only then did she grin with pride, sitting shoulders back and chin-up as she announced, "Wait 'til you see the posts we've been makin' in the conspiracy groups!"

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[interdimensionaldiner]

Spamton: WHAT'RE THEY GONNA DO TO ME [Sarge]?! I WANT TO [Fly with Mama]!

Shax: Sorry son, that's not my department. Search him!

The two police officers cuff him and begin to dig through his jacket, pinning him to the diner counter.

Two hours later...

Mariner: Really big sunglasses...

Tendi: *squeak squeak* Bike horn?

Both are added to the massive pile of junk already below the two of them. Despite the loss of time, they are still searching him.

Mariner: Smallmouth bass- eugh...

Spamton: [WOW].

Tendi: Bowling piiin... GAH!- Mnghh... Ow ow owww...

Mariner: Mouse trap... (rolling eyes)

Tendi: Rubber chicken... *squeak squeak*

Spamton: A [0.001] TO THE LEFT! YYEAH THAT'S THE [big bucks].

Mariner: Yyyyeah I dunno. *pipis to the side*

Tendi: Ohoho, look at these! Funny eyeball glasses!

Spamton: I'VE NEVER [Seen, Heard, Spoken] THOSE BEFORE IN MY [rapidly downhill life].

Mariner: Bazooka?!

Spamton: I HAVE A [Unfraudulent_Permit] FOR THAT!

Tendi: Picture of Mariner's girlfrie-

Mariner: WHAT?!

Mariner snags the photo out of Tendi's hands and glares straight at the photograph. It's a picture of Jennifer in a sleazy outfit with 'Call Me' written on it.

Spamton: OH [?$&#]

Mariner: Jennifer! *glares at Spamton* You sleazy son of a bitch!

Spamton: AWE C'MON [Mama's Favorite], I THOUGHT YOU HAD A SENSE OF HUMOR! AFTER ALL...

YOU'RE DATING HER!

Proceed to Mariner incomprehensibly yelling as she runs and tackles him- only for Spamton to anomalously beat into Tendi and Mariner with sheer force of will.

Spamton: OHHH, THAT'S GOTTA HURT!! HEEHEHEHAAHEHH!!!11!

[spin4trout]

Milwaukee River

It was a rainy afternoon on Monday, and I headed to my favorite city fishing spot on the Milwaukee River to see what might be swimming through.

I caught some little smallmouths and my first-ever Milwaukee River rainbow trout. It wasn't the big steelhead I had been dreaming about. But the little 'bow was bold enough to take a #3 French spinner that was about 1/3 of his size.

[noloveforned]

no love for ned airs on wlur from 8pm tonight until the clock strikes midnight. join us for four hours of only slightly contained radio chaos. last week's beautiful mess is also available below for you to muck about in at your leisure.

no love for ned on wlur – february 10th, 2023 from 10pm-midnight

artist // track // album // label superchunk // slack motherfucker // superchunk // matador the true jacqueline // generation ship // an adventure somewhere maybe // (self-released) erik nervous // what's in the box? // halfass ep // (self-released) ghoulies // ghouls nite in // halloween special, volume one cassette // loopy scoop tapes playthings // sit down (stand up) // time to go- the southern psychedelic movement 1981-1986 compilation // flying nun alpaca brothers // green guitar // figment // zelle the waeve // someone up there // the waeve // transgressive r.ring // hug // war poems, we rested // don giovanni ibex clone // nothing ever changes // all channels clear // goner immaterial possession // bosphorus brine // immaterial possession // cloud scrawl // begin // smallmouth // rough trade king tuff // tell me // smalltown stardust // sub pop h.c. mcentire featuring amy ray // turpentine // every acre // merge records meg baird // star hill song // furling // drag city little feat // truck stop girl // little feat // warner bros. bill callahan and bonnie "prince" billy with meg baird // i've been the one // blind date party // drag city eugene chadbourne and jim mchugh // willin' // bad scene // post present medium don cherry and jean schwarz // doussn' gouni, part two // roundtrip- live at theatre recamier, paris 1977 // tranversales disques james brandon lewis // the blues still blossoms // eye of i // anti nostalgia 77 // flower // the loneliest flower in the village // jazzman liv.e // lake psilocybin // girl in the half pearl // in real life beyoncé // cuff it (wetter remix) // cuff it (wetter remix) digital single // parkwood raz fresco and als // kirby crackle // alkmy // novelty eric b. and rakim // what's going on? // don't sweat the technique // mca stan ipcus featuring the notorious b.i.g. // big poppa don't play // beatbox biggie ep // (self-released) gabby's world // sank // gabby sword // (self-released) girl ray // everybody's saying that // prestige // moshi moshi parade // pasado, presente, futuro // mares poco profundos // jabalina belle and sebastian featuring tracyanne campbell // when the cynics stare back from the wall // late developers // matador the legends featuring club eight // loser // loser digital single // golden island the sea urchins // solace // stardust // sarah