#evergreen jackhammer

[kvetchlandia]

Bob Dylan     Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie, Live at Town Hall, New York City     1963

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb

When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb

When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace

In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race

No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up

If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on

And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone

And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it

And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it

And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long

And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong

And lonesome comes up as down goes the day

And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'

And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'

And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys

Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys

And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'

And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'

And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'

And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm

And to yourself you sometimes say

"I never knew it was gonna be this way

Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"

And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat

And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet

And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air

And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare

And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying

And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'

And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet

And you need it badly but it lays on the street

And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat

And you think yer ears might a been hurt

Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt

And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush

When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush

And all the time you were holdin' three queens

And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean

Like in the middle of Life magazine

Bouncin' around a pinball machine

And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying

That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'

But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head

And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed

And no matter how you try you just can't say it

And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it

And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head

And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth

And his jaws start closin with you underneath

And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind

And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign

And you say to yourself just what am I doin'

On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'

On this curve I'm hanging

On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking

In this air I'm inhaling

Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard

Why am I walking, where am I running

What am I saying, what am I knowing

On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'

On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'

In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'

In the words that I'm thinkin'

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'

Who am I helping, what am I breaking

What am I giving, what am I taking

But you try with your whole soul best

Never to think these thoughts and never to let

Them kind of thoughts gain ground

Or make yer heart pound

But then again you know why they're around

Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping

And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping

And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'

And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking

If that was you in the dream that was screaming

And you know that it's something special you're needin'

And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'

And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding

And you need something special

Yeah, you need something special all right

You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track

To shoot you someplace and shoot you back

You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler

That's been banging and booming and blowing forever

That knows yer troubles a hundred times over

You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race

That won't laugh at yer looks

Your voice or your face

And by any number of bets in the book

Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze

You need something to open up a new door

To show you something you seen before

But overlooked a hundred times or more

You need something to open your eyes

You need something to make it known

That it's you and no one else that owns

That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting

That the world ain't got you beat

That it ain't got you licked

It can't get you crazy no matter how many

Times you might get kicked

You need something special all right

You need something special to give you hope

But hope's just a word

That maybe you said or maybe you heard

On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve

But that's what you need man, and you need it bad

And yer trouble is you know it too good

"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills

"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill

And it ain't on Macy's window sill

And it ain't on no rich kid's road map

And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house

And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ

And it ain't on that dimlit stage

With that half-wit comedian on it

Ranting and raving and taking yer money

And you thinks it's funny

No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club

And it ain't in the seats of a supper club

And sure as hell you're bound to tell

That no matter how hard you rub

You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub

No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you

And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you

And it ain't in no cardboard-box house

Or down any movie star's blouse

And you can't find it on the golf course

And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus

And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes

And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons

And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices

That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin

Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow

Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry

When you can't even sense if they got any insides

These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows

No you'll not now or no other day

Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache¥

And inside it the people made of molasses

That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies

Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny

Who breathe and burp and bend and crack

And before you can count from one to ten

Do it all over again but this time behind yer back

My friend

The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl

And play games with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools

That run around gallant

And make all rules for the ones that got talent

And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do

And think they're foolin' you

The ones who jump on the wagon

Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style

To get their kicks, get out of it quick

And make all kinds of money and chicks

And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat

Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that

Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at

Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel

Good God Almighty

THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL"

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race

You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face

You gotta look some other place

And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'

Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'

Where do you look for this oil well gushin'

Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'

Where do you look for this hope that you know is there

And out there somewhere

And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads

Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows

Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways

You can touch and twist

And turn two kinds of doorknobs

You can either go to the church of your choice

Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital

You'll find God in the church of your choice

You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion

I may be right or wrong

You'll find them both

In the Grand Canyon

At sundown

[sidekickhq]

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[mikeybalzz]

If you DON'T DO THIS with a CHATTERBAIT ~ You're Missing OUT!

If you DON’T DO THIS with a CHATTERBAIT ~ You’re Missing OUT!

If you don’t do this with a chatterbait when fishing for bass, you might be missing out on catching fish. In this video we go over some chatterbait modifications, chatterbait tips, as well as some chatterbait techniques for catching bass in summer. We also talk about the best chatterbait trailers for fishing bladed jigs around cover and why this lure is probably the most important fishing lure of…

[largemouthbassnation]

How To Fish A Chatterbait (Beginner Tips AND Advanced Tricks)

How To Fish A Chatterbait (Beginner Tips AND Advanced Tricks)

The Chatterbait is one of the best bass fishing lures of all time! Its easy to use, even beginners catch bass on them. So why is one guy consistently catching bigger fish on a Chatterbait than everyone else? Are you the guy that's catching them or the guy that's wondering why someone else is?

Matt takes us to the core of the Chatterbait technique in this in-depth seminar-style video on…

[bassfishingbychris]

Spring is here! The bass are moving into the shallows and you should be out catching them. The prespawn period before the bass begin bedding is an amazing opportunity to catch both numbers of fish and giant fish. Don't let the shallow water intimidate you; you can catch these fish! Today Tim is demonstrating his favorite lures for shallow water and showing exactly how he fishes them. 

This is the time of year to expand your fishing arsenal. If you've ever wanted to build confidence in a new bait, this is the time. Try a glide bait, a crankbait, Spinnerbait, etc... because the fish are moved up and they're feeding. If the weather changes and the bite gets tough, adapt to a slower presentation and you'll continue to catch fish. 

Below you'll find links to Tim's favorite techniques and the exact baits he uses in each category. We've included his favorite colors, along with some universal rod and reel combos to help you succeed on your next trip. All of the links go directly to Tackle Warehouse where you can see detailed photos and descriptions of each item. 

GlideBait... 

-River2Sea S Waver 168: http://bit.ly/2aiu8Sh

Colors: Warden, Bluegill, Light Trout

-G Ratt Sneaky Pete: http://bit.ly/2RYCPFe

Colors: Hitch, Gizzard Shad

Sunglasses (For spotting followers on your glide bait)... 

-Eye Surrender TacticalBassin Glasses: https://bit.ly/3cLH0kl

Lense Color: Grey, Amber, Copper

Squarebills...

-Rapala BX brat: http://bit.ly/2qFBMiR

Colors: Delta, Hot Dang

-River2Sea Biggie: http://bit.ly/2ahCzvo

Colors: Cold Blooded, Delta Craw, Abalone Shad

Chatterbait... 

-EverGreen JackHammer 1/2 oz: http://bit.ly/2popvj6

Colors: Green Pumpkin, Brett's Bluegill, Fire Craw

-Z Man Chatterbait Custom 1/2 oz: http://bit.ly/2Ix71mI

Colors: Bluegill, Green Pumpkin, Hodge Knocker

Spinnerbait... 

-River2Sea Bling 1/2 oz: http://bit.ly/2diSwqq

Colors: Abalone Shad, I Know It

-War Eagle Screamin Eagle: http://bit.ly/2IEHHjA

Colors: Mouse, Aurora, Silver Shiner

Weedless Underspin... 

Hook- Owner Flashy Swimmer 5/0: http://bit.ly/2e8O4Y7

Bait- Keitech 4.8" Fat Swing Impact: http://bit.ly/2ab7s8v

Colors: Electric Shad, Pro Blue Red Pearl

Flippin Jig... 

Jig- Dirty Jigs No-Jack Flippin' Jig 5/8 oz: http://bit.ly/2fx8YBI

Colors: Go To, Hematoma, Magic Craw Swirl

Creature Trailer- RI Sweet Beaver: http://bit.ly/29W3RZW

Colors: Green Pumpkin Red, Tramp Stamp, Hematoma

Chunk Trailer- Netbait Paca Chunk Sr: http://bit.ly/2d8mIXx

Colors: Black Blue, Magic Craw, Toledo Special

Texas-Rigged Bait... 

Bait- Big Bite Baits BFE Creature: https://bit.ly/2Ce0tf7

Colors: Tilapia, Tilapia Magic, Green Pumpkin

Hook- Owner Jungle Wide Gap 4/0: http://bit.ly/2sBsR1Z

Weight- Swagger Tungsten Vader 1/2 oz: http://bit.ly/2NjDYtV

Favorite Finesse Worms...  

Shakeyhead- Netbait T-Mac 6.5": http://bit.ly/2jndwj9

Colors: JuneBug, Texas Craw, Green Pumpkin

Neko Rig- Missile Baits Quiver Worm: https://bit.ly/2xehVgx

Colors: Bluetonium Green Pumpkin, Super Bug

Dropshot- Big Bite Baits Smallie Smasher: http://bit.ly/2ZpCOCY

Colors: Green Pump Org Black Purp Prl, GreenPumpkin Purple

Texas Rig/Flipping Jig Combo... 

Rod- Shimano Expride 7'6" Medium Heavy: http://bit.ly/2nTq9FL

Reel- Shimano Chronarch MGL: http://bit.ly/2n8DghB

Line- Power Pro Maxcuatro 65 lb Braid: http://bit.ly/2clBRiQ

Leader- Maxima Ultragreen 20 lb Mono: http://bit.ly/2ae97J9

Spinnerbait/Chatterbait Combo... 

Rod- Shimano Expride 7'2" Medium Heavy Glass: http://bit.ly/2nTq9FL

Reel- Curado 70 MGL K: https://bit.ly/3jdrMqa

Line- Power Pro Maxcuatro 50 lb Braid: http://bit.ly/2clBRiQ

Leader- Sunline FC100 16 lb Fluorocarbon: http://bit.ly/2O4UElB

Budget All-Around Finesse Combo... 

Rod- St. Croix Bass X 7'1" Medium: http://bit.ly/2r69Sj6

Reel- Shimano NASCI 2500: http://bit.ly/2g278cC

Line- Sunline Assassin 8 lb Fluorocarbon: http://bit.ly/2h4LNjm

Want TacticalBassin Gear?  

We have a variety of apparel items and custom lure designs available! Everything from hats, to hoodies, to crankbaits! Its all available direct through Tackle Warehouse with fast shipping. See it here... 

TacticalBassin Apparel and Lure Designs: http://bit.ly/38YpPIz

[midwestbasshunter]

This past weekend I was fortunate enough to compete in the HUK BASS NATION Kayak Series tournament on pools 7,8 & 9 of the Upper Mississippi River. 123 of the best kayak anglers from accross the country participated. Grant Ellis and I traveled together and had a great time. The river and the surrounding area and communities are beautiful. The river itself was humbling, I heard of lots of fish being caught. Fishing was tough for us and we struggled to catch fish during practice and ultimately during the tournament as well. I threw the kitchen sink at the back channels and backwaters targeting largemouth but had limited success with only one keeper on the board for most of the day. Just as time was expiring I found a specific type of current that held some fish and put up three more keepers with just minutes to spare to salvage something out of the day. All my keepers came by way of an Evergreen/Z-Man Jackhammer with a Missle Bait craw trailer. I was using my Lew's Perfect Crankbait rod with a Lew's BB1 reel. I finished in 77th place and Grant bested me by one inch (I had to buy supper on the trip home) and finished in 74th. On a side note we did catch a ton of Northern Pike and Grant caught more pike than he had in his life combined on tourney day, including his biggest to date. #bassmaster #bassnation #bassnationkayakseries #lewsfishing #egofishinggear #ketchboard #nativewatercraft #bassfishing #kayakfishing #kayakbassfishing #fishingaddict #fishingaddiction #kayaktournament #thankful #livinthedream #neverquit #hukfishing #zmanjackhammer (at Lansing, Iowa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CECe2k3gNdL/?igshid=h7x2a0iuixzf

[dylanradio]

Now Playing on DylanRadio.com: Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie by Bob Dylan from The Bootleg Series, Volumes 1-3

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin' And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm And to yourself you sometimes say "I never knew it was gonna be this way Why didn't they tell me the day I was born" And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it lays on the street And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what am I breaking What am I giving, what am I taking But you try with your whole soul best Never to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart pound But then again you know why they're around Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it's something special you're needin' And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler That's been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make it known That it's you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting That the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good "Cause you look an' you start getting the chills "Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ And it ain't on that dimlit stage With that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and taking yer money And you thinks it's funny No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell you're bound to tell That no matter how hard you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie star's blouse And you can't find it on the golf course And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache« And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny Who breathe and burp and bend and crack And before you can count from one to ten Do it all over again but this time behind yer back My friend The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl And play games with each other in their sand-box world And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools That run around gallant And make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do And think they're foolin' you The ones who jump on the wagon Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style To get their kicks, get out of it quick And make all kinds of money and chicks And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL" No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital And though it's only my opinion I may be right or wrong You'll find them both In the Grand Canyon At sundown

[mysoulswoonstothisstuff]

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb

When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb

When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace

In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race

No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up

If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on

And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone

And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it

And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it

And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long

And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong

And lonesome comes up as down goes the day

And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'

And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'

And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys

Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys

And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'

And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'

And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'

And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm

And to yourself you sometimes say

"I never knew it was gonna be this way

Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"

And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat

And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet

And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air

And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare

And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying

And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'

And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet

And you need it badly but it lays on the street

And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat

And you think yer ears might a been hurt

Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt

And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush

When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush

And all the time you were holdin' three queens

And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean

Like in the middle of Life magazine

Bouncin' around a pinball machine

And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying

That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'

But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head

And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed

And no matter how you try you just can't say it

And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it

And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head

And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth

And his jaws start closin with you underneath

And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind

And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign

And you say to yourself just what am I doin'

On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'

On this curve I'm hanging

On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking

In this air I'm inhaling

Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard

Why am I walking, where am I running

What am I saying, what am I knowing

On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'

On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'

In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'

In the words that I'm thinkin'

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'

Who am I helping, what am I breaking

What am I giving, what am I taking

But you try with your whole soul best

Never to think these thoughts and never to let

Them kind of thoughts gain ground

Or make yer heart pound

But then again you know why they're around

Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping

And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping

And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'

And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking

If that was you in the dream that was screaming

And you know that it's something special you're needin'

And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'

And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding

And you need something special

Yeah, you need something special all right

You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track

To shoot you someplace and shoot you back

You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler

That's been banging and booming and blowing forever

That knows yer troubles a hundred times over

You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race

That won't laugh at yer looks

Your voice or your face

And by any number of bets in the book

Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze

You need something to open up a new door

To show you something you seen before

But overlooked a hundred times or more

You need something to open your eyes

You need something to make it known

That it's you and no one else that owns

That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting

That the world ain't got you beat

That it ain't got you licked

It can't get you crazy no matter how many

Times you might get kicked

You need something special all right

You need something special to give you hope

But hope's just a word

That maybe you said or maybe you heard

On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve

But that's what you need man, and you need it bad

And yer trouble is you know it too good

"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills

"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill

And it ain't on Macy's window sill

And it ain't on no rich kid's road map

And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house

And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ

And it ain't on that dimlit stage

With that half-wit comedian on it

Ranting and raving and taking yer money

And you thinks it's funny

No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club

And it ain't in the seats of a supper club

And sure as hell you're bound to tell

That no matter how hard you rub

You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub

No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you

And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you

And it ain't in no cardboard-box house

Or down any movie star's blouse

And you can't find it on the golf course

And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus

And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes

And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons

And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices

That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin

Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow

Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry

When you can't even sense if they got any insides

These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows

No you'll not now or no other day

Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache¥

And inside it the people made of molasses

That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies

Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny

Who breathe and burp and bend and crack

And before you can count from one to ten

Do it all over again but this time behind yer back

My friend

The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl

And play games with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools

That run around gallant

And make all rules for the ones that got talent

And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do

And think they're foolin' you

The ones who jump on the wagon

Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style

To get their kicks, get out of it quick

And make all kinds of money and chicks

And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat

Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that

Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at

Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel

Good God Almighty

That stuff ain’t real

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race

You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face

You gotta look some other place

And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'

Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'

Where do you look for this oil well gushin'

Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'

Where do you look for this hope that you know is there

And out there somewhere

And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads

Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows

Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways

You can touch and twist

And turn two kinds of doorknobs

You can either go to the church of your choice

Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital

You'll find God in the church of your choice

You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion

I may be right or wrong

You'll find them both

In the Grand Canyon

At sundown

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Weirdest Most Random Lyrics

These are the weirdest, most random lyrics that I could find.

"The name of your forgiver

Stood beside an inlet

A starfish leads a dance

It dreams it is a human

And falls into a trance" -Dislocated Day by Porcupine Tree

Not sure what these lyrics mean...

And here's another example from King Crimson.

"Pain, day, sky

Beauty, die, black, joy, love

Empty, day, life, die, pain, passion, joy, black, day, hate, beauty, die, life, joy, ache, empty, day, pain, die, love, passion, joy, black light

And if God is dead, what am I?

A fleck of dirt on the wing of a fly

Hurtling to earth

Through a hole in the sky

And if Warhol's a genius, what am I?

A speck of lint on the penis of an alien

Buried in gelatin

Beneath the sands of Venus

Time, sun, hurt, trust, peace, dark, rage

Sad, white, rain, sun, anger, hurt, soft,

Trust, night, rage, rain, white, hope, dark,

Sacred, sun, time, trust, hurt, rage, anger, rain, white light

And if a bird can speak

Who once was a dinosaur

And a dog can dream

Should it be implausible?

That a man might supervise

The construction of light

Pain, day, sky, beauty, black, die, joy,

Love, empty, time, sun, hurt, trust, peace, dark, rage, sad, white, rain, hate,

Anger, hope, sacred, passion, life, night,

Ache, soft light " - The ConstruKction of Light by King Crimson

Yet another example from King Crimson.

"Hat bandana

Graham cracker jackhammer in a nail file suit your self-serviceman

The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

Autographed pictures of Shakespeare fishing gear head phone

Madison Square garden hose

The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

Get set get wet get fat get fit get a life get it on get it up get it off of me

The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

Get sacked get the facts get a load of this get pissed get real get over it get it over with

The world's my oyster soup bowling ball of wax museum

Cannibal dog house plan

B happy as a lark's tongue in cheekbone china doll

The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

Don't ask Y2 cake and eat it too nothing lasts for evergreen thumbscrew

The world's my oyster soup kitchen door frame by frame

Get back slapback backtalk halfback back track talkback back to back

I'll be back to get you back

The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

Get bumped get pumped get dumped get the funk get sick get fixed get jiggy with it

The world's my oyster souffle mignon

Get set get wet get fat get fit get along little doggiem get it off of me

Oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

Get sacked get the facts get a load of this

The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum" - The World's My Oyster Soup Kitchen Floor Wax Museum by King Crimson

And here's some REALLY random Lyrics from Frank Zappa's Childhood Friend, Captain Beefheart.

"Hoy hoy

When Big Joan comes out

Her arms are too small

Her head like uh ball

She tied off her horse 'n galloped off into the moonbeams

She pulled up her blouse 'n compared her navel to the moon

I dig my life for uh while

When Big Joan sets up

Her hands are too small

She's too fat t' go out in the daylight

So she rolls around all night

I'm just sorta thread

With uh drooped body I

'll set up with yuh Big Joan

I'm too fat t' go out

In the daylight

I'll stay up all night

I won't droop if you Won't talk about your Hands bein' too small

You know something's happenin'

Or you wouldn't of come out like yuh did

She ain't built for goin' naked

So she can't wear any new clothes

Or go t' the beach

They laugh at her body

Cause her hands are too small

When Big Joan sets up her hands are too small

She's outta reach

Uh turquoise scarf 'n uh sleeve

Rolled up over uh Merc Montclair

I'll sit up with yuh Big Joan

I'm too fat to go out in the daytime

I'll stay up all night

If yuh promise not t' talk About yer hands bein' too small

Hoy hoy is she uh boy?" - When Big Joan Sets Up by Captain Beefheart

Here’s some more weird lyrics from Captain Beefheart

“ Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee The pond shined dry like a ladies compact Lilies leaped like flat green hearts with white hearts Squirting yellow pollen…cocks… Ferns ran like cool spades.. fossils. ..away from rocks Bees echoed dark carbon hums that dashed in nothing Gnats fucked my ears ‘n nostrils Hit my brain like hones ‘n numbed t’ nothing Wings stuck on liquid bones Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee The moon poured hollow down my milky leg Splashed still ‘n moved The wind peed down the willows ‘n pricked the needle vine The monkey moved a fur shadow… its soot tail curled in twos Its lips smiled needles.. its eyes rolled loose Her throat broke open… glistened in the dew Red berries dangled like a dream of rubies too Snot muscles ran down her ivory chin ‘n tooth within A locket… a pin held fast to then, my love, my pocket deep within ‘N senses dangled the chain that clasped me to her then The messenger spoke the wind that blows between our time I sensed you then ‘n whispers spin ‘n flow in silver dust Around the pointed pin Sent to nothing God, please fuck my mind for good Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee Oh fuck that thing.. .fuck that poem…eyes crawl out with maggots White cloth bones pile up light thrown blades Rags ‘n skull.. scoops soil cracks.. .drain screams.. please Take my hand ‘n join me… too soon its clutches gleams Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee Death be damned… life” -Making Love to a Vampire With a Monkey on My Knee by Captain Beefheart

“She never makes a taste mistake She’s the Sheriff of Hong Kong Now I’m the Sheriff of Hong Kong Now she’s the Sheriff of Hong Kong Long gone gone To Hong Kong KongWhoa I’m long gone To Hong Kong KongLong gone gone To Hong Kong Kong Ad hu And uh zing hu I don’t know who I am Do you? Ohhh ahhh oooh

There’s a string and bat dangle Black and white bat and cat panda And uh She’s the Sheriff of Hong Kong And uh Ad hu And uh zing hu I don’t know who I am Do youuuu?” -Sheriff of Hong Kong by Captain Beefheart

“Mayflower child met uh 25th Century Quaker She’s uh pickin’ poppies ‘n’ bringin’ them into her hue Sun sifting thru and thru and thru Letting them all and all fill thru Me into you me to you me to you Into hue Blue cheese faces laces blue cheese faces faces ‘n’ phases ‘n’ phases ‘n’ faces Going thru the cottage cottage Going thru the cottage cottage Going thru the cottage cottage come with me baby, come with me come with me baby, come with me Quaker child Quaker paper child Flutterin’ ants flutter like fireflies Eyes that flutter like uh wide open shutter eyes that flutter like uh wide open shutter shutter, shutter, shutter laces laces laces blue cheese faces Mayflower child met uh 25th century quaker she’s uh pickin’ poppies bringin them into her hue Sun just, sun just, sun just sun just siftin’ thru and thru and thru….”-25th Century Quaker by Captain Beefheart

“ Can one wear uncanny hats? Can one weather hats? Can one wear feather hats? Concentrate on irate hats Radiate from hats When sated, vacate hats Doors of open water Elicit ooh and ahhing Can the wet attract a hat? Can hats favour fire? Can a hat aspire to higher things? Can one pit hats against vicious things? Pernicious things? Liquorice fish with wings? Can hats favour fire? Can a hat aspire to higher things? Can one dismiss hats as simple things? Vapid things? Scant, evanescent things?”-Some Questions About Hats by Slapp Happy and Henry Cow

“ What if the world was made of glazed doughnuts? You would be like "Man, that's fuckin' sweet, I can't believe the world is made of doughnuts." What if your hands were made of hotpockets? You would be the first one to be eaten in survival situations. What if your thumb roared like a dinosaur? What if you peed out of your nose? What if your face was shaped like Mexico, or trapezoids, or Texas and Hawaii? What if the world was made of other worlds combined into a world, just like the world you started with? What if another world then ate the world made of doughnuts, making all the doughnut people pissed? What if your face was made of bumblebees? You would be like "Dude, this really sucks, I do not want a face made out of bumblebees." What if your dad was made of rainbows? You would be like "OMG that's lame, I want a dad made out of Ninja Robots." What if your pool was filled with applesauce? What if a hotdog was your tongue? What if your mouth was filled with broken glass, and fire ants, and three-meat jambalaya? What if you tried to build a spaceship with a cannon that shoots crocodiles at everyone you hate? And what if those crocodiles could shoot heat-seeking killer bees, ensuring that there would be no escape? What if your room was filled with lots and lots of puppy dogs? You would be like "Awww, look at the puppy dog. Wahh, come here, come here, Awww, whatch'ya doin little guy? Whatch'ya doin? Who's the puppy dog, you're the puppy dog, he's a puppy dog, the puppy doggies!" Where do the squirrels go during hurricanes? What if your butt was on your chest? What if guitars could squirt out sour cream, and nacho cheese, and pure sulfuric acid? What if the world was made of other... “-We Ran Out of CD Space by Psychostick

“ Talk, it's only talk Arguments, agreements, advice, answers Articulate announcements It's only talk Talk, it's only talk Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker Brouhaha, balderdash, ballyhoo It's only talk Back talk Talk talk talk, it's only talk Comments, cliches, commentary, controversy Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat Conversation, contradiction, criticism It's only talk Cheap talk Talk, talk, it's only talk Debates, discussions These are words with a D this time Dialogue, dualogue, diatribe Dissention, declamation Double talk, double talk Talk, talk, it's all talk Too much talk Small talk Talk that trash Expressions, editorials, expugnations, exclamations, enfadulations It's all talk Elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk”-Elephant Talk by King Crimson

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Tamarack Trail … Testing My Fears

Over the past month, the love of my life and I have begun training for the upcoming ski season. One of the goals we’ve set for ourselves is to get 10,000 vertical feet of climbing a week. While you would think that would be easy, most trails near town in South Lake Tahoe aren’t that steep. Trying to find one that climbs over 2,000 vertical feet in less than 3 miles is difficult. Little did I know, the one we picked last weekend would test my fears to the core yet again.

Path Is Chosen – Tamarack Trail

The hidden sign 100 yards from the roadway

After going through a massive amount of books and perusing Alltrails.com, we settled on the Tamarack Trail near Fallen Leaf. Based on the reviews, it seemed challenging but doable. We had to be at the TEDx South Lake Tahoe event later that afternoon so we only had a few hours to kill. With our plan set, we headed out. Pulling up to the Glen Alpine Trailhead, we swung our packs over our shoulders and walked up to the trailhead map. While looking over the atlas, a volunteer forest service guide greeted us with a big howdy.

Slippery Rocks? Scrambling?

We told him we were looking for the Tamarack trailhead. With a big grin he responded, “Oh boy, that’s a doozy. We don’t maintain it, lots of scrambling, slippery rocks and most of all, there isn’t a formal trailhead marker. Oh yeah, I couldn’t even make it a ½ mile up because it’s so steep. Let me show you the trailhead because you won’t really find it on your own.”

The “TREE” Marks The Spot

Gingerly walking back down the road for about a quarter mile, he suddenly stops and points over to the left. “You see that fallen tree?” We nod. “That’s the only way you can tell that’s the entrance. It points across the road to it.” He wished us the best of luck and left. Standing there for a moment, we looked at each other wondering if this was still a good idea.

Jungles, Machetes & Rolling Stones

Being beginner hikers, this sounded a little above our heads. We made the decision that if it got a bit too hairy for our blood, we’d turn around immediately. Taking it slowly, we began our ascent through the wooded groves. The smell of fresh pine air and silence of nature was invigorating. After a few switchbacks, the vegetation transformed into a deep canopy of neon green foliage. The sinewy path became tighter and steeper. It was barely wide enough for one person. Lifting ourselves up large stones and grabbing onto roots, we felt like we were in the movie “Romancing the Stone”.

Hall Of The Gods!

Emerging out of the deep jungle-like flora, we’re greeted with the classic alpine environment. Large manzanita bushes, sagebrush, a dash of tall evergreens and of course large granite boulders. The warmth of the sunshine feels good on our faces as we look to the famous backcountry line called “Hall of the Gods” on Angora Peak. Considered by many as one of the crown jewels of backcountry lines in Tahoe, the thin couloir looks even more intimidating in the fall without its white winter coat.

Suddenly Big Blue Shows Up

Lake Tahoe in the distance

Slowly slogging our way up the tight switchback path, we decided to stop and look around. There in front of us is “Big Blue”. Lake Tahoe looks even bigger from this height. It makes us pause for a moment and survey the scene. No man-made structures, no traffic noise and not a single hiker seen for hours. Pure serenity from today’s modern hustle & bustle. We continue onward and upward.

Acrophobia Sets In

Cliff band in the distance

Growing up in the flatlands of the Midwest, the only thing that really tested my fears was of the man-made kind… tall structures in downtown Chicago. It wasn’t until our hike up Tallac for spring skiing did I realize how acrophobic I was. My fear of heights was real and strong. And here I was yet again making mountains out of molehills. My knees locked, my mind froze and most of all I stopped breathing. To my right was a cliff-face maybe 15 feet tall but looked more like 150 feet in my head. Jaime looked me in the eyes and calmly talks me through the segment. Frustrated and my confidence shattered, we checked our watches and noticed we had run out of time.

Everyone Faces Fears… It’s How You Handle Them

Mad at myself and feeling stupid, we carefully descended back down to the car. I felt crestfallen. Negative thoughts flooded my brain. “Why am I the only one that has these issues? Why can’t I just conquer it and move on with my life?”

Later that night at the TEDx event, I had an epiphany. There stood Emily Harrington speaking about fear… specifically about the fear of heights. Here was a true pioneer in the sport of rock climbing. She had climbed an infinite number of difficult rock faces and yet she had moments and still does of being terrified. My jaw dropped. Her words slammed into my soul like a jackhammer. “You are afraid because you’re human provided you give it purpose.” I stood back for a moment and absorbed those words. With a massive lump growing in my throat, I look over to Jaime and say, “We need to go back and finish that climb.”

What’s your fear?

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MAKE the PERFECT CUSTOM CHATTERBAIT (How to BUILD)

MAKE the PERFECT CUSTOM CHATTERBAIT (How to BUILD)

Chatterbaits catch bass – so how do you make the perfect custom chatterbait? In this vid I show you how to build a chatterbait with just a couple tackle components from Tackle Warehouse. The D&M Custom Baits Pirahna is the first bladed swim jig I fished and it has a slightly different movement and vibration than a Z Man Evergreen or Jackhammer. If you’re fishing a lake that gets a lot of blade…

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Ambrosia Elixirs, a 'Home For Plant Medicine' in Bushwick

Ambrosia Elixirs, a 'Home For Plant Medicine' in Bushwick

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(photo: Inna Shnayder)

Troutman Street between Evergreen and Central Avenues in Bushwick is a block awash with construction. Jackhammers, scaffolding, and dust make their home alongside the bar Precious Metal, an auto shop, and the notorious dorm-like apartment complex Castle Braid. One of the newest additions to the block is Ambrosia Elixirs, a cafe, event space, and “home for plant…

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Z-Man ChatterBait Dominates FLW Tour Event

Z-Man ChatterBait Dominates FLW Tour Event

LADSON, SC (March 2, 2018) – Pretty compelling when someone wins a bigtime bass tourney with a super cool bait off the mainstream radar. But when five of the top ten anglers single out this same exceptional lure, including the top 3 finishers, it could be fairly classified as a big deal. The big deal is the Z-Man ChatterBait.

The plot thickens even more when none of the winning anglers are sponsored by the lure manufacturer in question. Call that a big statement.

Jeff “Gussy” Gustafson (Photo by Charles Waldorf / FLW Outdoors)

Just such a scenario played out at the recent FLW Tour event at Florida’s Harris Chain of Lakes, where the all the top finishers seemed to be giving props the same lure, a Z-Man ChatterBait brand bladed jig. Eventual champion Chris Johnston edged his buddy and fellow Ontario resident Jeff Gustafson by a mere two pounds, using the same ½-ounce, white Z-Man / Evergreen ChatterBait JackHammer vibrating jig Gustafson gave him on the eve of the final day.

“Super happy for Chris,” said Gustafson. “For two Canadians to come down here, fish the same baits and finish #1 and #2 is just awesome.”

Z-Man’s ChatterBait Jack Hammer has been red hot on this year’s FLW Tour.

During the three-day event, many of the anglers lamented the fact that the lake hosted historic densities of hydrilla, including clumps of the invasive plant growing all the way down to 12 feet of water.

Gustafson and several other anglers discovered a ChatterBait bladed jig could be fished similar to the locally popular method of ripping lipless crankbaits, but without constantly snagging salad. He also noted the ChatterBait Custom lure scored near tournament winning largemouths at the January FLW event on Lake Okeechobee.

“At the Harris Chain tourney, I fished the ChatterBait JackHammer from beginning to end,” he continued. “Unlike a lot of the northern lakes we fish where vegetation forms distinct edges, down here the hydrilla grows in almost random clumps. I focused most of my energy on those deeper clumps in 8 to 12 feet of water. Best spots were holes in the vegetation where it was matted up to the surface.”

“In the sparser areas, I’m sure you could have caught ‘em on a ‘trap (lipless crank), but in the thicker grass, the heavy duty ChatterBait was money.”

Most of Gustafson’s bass bit while he presented the vibrating jig aggressively. “I was just ripping and popping the bait in place, letting the blade do its thing. The other key was the Z-Man RaZor ShadZ, a super durable, segmented shad-profile bait. Put one of these on a ChatterBait and it can last at least 30 to 40 fish.”

Jared McMillan (Photo by Charles Waldorf / FLW Outdoors)

Meanwhile, third place finisher John Hunter focused efforts on slightly shallower hydrilla flats. He chalked up his final weight of 75-pounds 13-ounces to two jerkbaits and a ChatterBait JackHammer bladed swim jig. On the final day, the ChatterBait lure tempted a beautiful 7-pound hawg, captured by FLW’s cameraman.

Two other top-ten anglers also credited Z-Man ChatterBait brand vibrating jigs. Buddy Gross, who finished 5th and Jared McMillan, who notched the 9th spot, both called out the unique bait as one of their difference-making presentations.

Creator of the Original ChatterBait bladed jig, Z-Man Fishing recently announced a new ¾-ounce size of its ultra-refined ChatterBait JackHammer, a lure that will be debuted at the Bassmaster Classic Expo in March. Designed by Bassmaster Elite Series pro Brett Hite in conjunction with Japanese luremaker Evergreen International, the JackHammer features a low center of gravity swim jighead, Gamakatsu® heavy wire flipping hook and Decoy® Egg Snap, among other innovative extras.

Jeff “Gussy” Gustafson (Photo by Kyle Wood / FLW Outdoors)

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Z-Man ChatterBait Dominates FLW Tour Event

Z-Man ChatterBait Dominates FLW Tour Event

LADSON, SC (March 2, 2018) – Pretty compelling when someone wins a bigtime bass tourney with a super cool bait off the mainstream radar. But when five of the top ten anglers single out this same exceptional lure, including the top 3 finishers, it could be fairly classified as a big deal. The big deal is the Z-Man ChatterBait.

The plot thickens even more when none of the winning anglers are sponsored by the lure manufacturer in question. Call that a big statement.

Jeff “Gussy” Gustafson (Photo by Charles Waldorf / FLW Outdoors)

Just such a scenario played out at the recent FLW Tour event at Florida’s Harris Chain of Lakes, where the all the top finishers seemed to be giving props the same lure, a Z-Man ChatterBait brand bladed jig. Eventual champion Chris Johnston edged his buddy and fellow Ontario resident Jeff Gustafson by a mere two pounds, using the same ½-ounce, white Z-Man / Evergreen ChatterBait JackHammer vibrating jig Gustafson gave him on the eve of the final day.

“Super happy for Chris,” said Gustafson. “For two Canadians to come down here, fish the same baits and finish #1 and #2 is just awesome.”

Z-Man’s ChatterBait Jack Hammer has been red hot on this year’s FLW Tour.

During the three-day event, many of the anglers lamented the fact that the lake hosted historic densities of hydrilla, including clumps of the invasive plant growing all the way down to 12 feet of water.

Gustafson and several other anglers discovered a ChatterBait bladed jig could be fished similar to the locally popular method of ripping lipless crankbaits, but without constantly snagging salad. He also noted the ChatterBait Custom lure scored near tournament winning largemouths at the January FLW event on Lake Okeechobee.

“At the Harris Chain tourney, I fished the ChatterBait JackHammer from beginning to end,” he continued. “Unlike a lot of the northern lakes we fish where vegetation forms distinct edges, down here the hydrilla grows in almost random clumps. I focused most of my energy on those deeper clumps in 8 to 12 feet of water. Best spots were holes in the vegetation where it was matted up to the surface.”

“In the sparser areas, I’m sure you could have caught ‘em on a ‘trap (lipless crank), but in the thicker grass, the heavy duty ChatterBait was money.”

Most of Gustafson’s bass bit while he presented the vibrating jig aggressively. “I was just ripping and popping the bait in place, letting the blade do its thing. The other key was the Z-Man RaZor ShadZ, a super durable, segmented shad-profile bait. Put one of these on a ChatterBait and it can last at least 30 to 40 fish.”

Jared McMillan (Photo by Charles Waldorf / FLW Outdoors)

Meanwhile, third place finisher John Hunter focused efforts on slightly shallower hydrilla flats. He chalked up his final weight of 75-pounds 13-ounces to two jerkbaits and a ChatterBait JackHammer bladed swim jig. On the final day, the ChatterBait lure tempted a beautiful 7-pound hawg, captured by FLW’s cameraman.

Two other top-ten anglers also credited Z-Man ChatterBait brand vibrating jigs. Buddy Gross, who finished 5th and Jared McMillan, who notched the 9th spot, both called out the unique bait as one of their difference-making presentations.

Creator of the Original ChatterBait bladed jig, Z-Man Fishing recently announced a new ¾-ounce size of its ultra-refined ChatterBait JackHammer, a lure that will be debuted at the Bassmaster Classic Expo in March. Designed by Bassmaster Elite Series pro Brett Hite in conjunction with Japanese luremaker Evergreen International, the JackHammer features a low center of gravity swim jighead, Gamakatsu® heavy wire flipping hook and Decoy® Egg Snap, among other innovative extras.

Jeff “Gussy” Gustafson (Photo by Kyle Wood / FLW Outdoors)

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Now Playing on DylanRadio.com: Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie by Bob Dylan from The Bootleg Series, Volumes 1-3

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin' And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm And to yourself you sometimes say "I never knew it was gonna be this way Why didn't they tell me the day I was born" And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it lays on the street And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what am I breaking What am I giving, what am I taking But you try with your whole soul best Never to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart pound But then again you know why they're around Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it's something special you're needin' And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler That's been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make it known That it's you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting That the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good "Cause you look an' you start getting the chills "Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ And it ain't on that dimlit stage With that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and taking yer money And you thinks it's funny No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell you're bound to tell That no matter how hard you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie star's blouse And you can't find it on the golf course And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache« And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny Who breathe and burp and bend and crack And before you can count from one to ten Do it all over again but this time behind yer back My friend The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl And play games with each other in their sand-box world And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools That run around gallant And make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do And think they're foolin' you The ones who jump on the wagon Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style To get their kicks, get out of it quick And make all kinds of money and chicks And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL" No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital And though it's only my opinion I may be right or wrong You'll find them both In the Grand Canyon At sundown