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Strange, but true. My fish is now at least 60 pounds. It grew 10 pounds even after it died last Tuesday. It continues to grow. The best thing about a dead tuna is that you can eat it. Some of my 70 pound tuna was shipped to me Monday, and it was sufficiently thawed enough last night to prepare.

Pieces from my 80 pound tuna were wrapped in several bags when I got them, so I didn’t know what they would look like. When I opened the bags last night I almost fell over. The smaller steak of two in

I'm sitting on the fantail of the "Ocean Pearl". I haven't been on an ocean-going fantail for almost 30 years. It brought back a lot of memories. We're in the gulf stream now a few hours off of Norfolk, Virginia, where yesterday we met the good folks from BLACKHAWK!. After our productive business meetings, seven of us chartered the "Ocean Pearl", about a 40 foot fishing boat, and we left from the Chesapeake Bay in Virginia about 4:00 this morning. Captain Steve and his first mate John were in charge of the boat. His passengers stoically withstood the chops and

Sometimes a practical solution looks to be ridiculous on the surface. Case in point, my latest creation for back door coyotes. It is a handy little six inch barrelled High Standard Sentinel revolver. It’s chambered in .22 Long Rifle, and I have it sighted in at 40 yards with Remington Subsonics, one of my favorite loads. I drilled and tapped the receiver and installed a Weaver base I had laying around. It has a flat bottom, so it probably came from a Marlin lever gun or something. With the rear sight removed I have just enough length on the rail

One of the most important jobs I have is to cater to My Shirley’s whims. Father’s day weekend is no exception. Friday after work I came home to a flooded living room and basement. Went to suck it up but my wet-vac broke. Bought a new one. Even the gun room was flooded. Kept the fans and dehumidifier on full, and that’s where they’re still at. Saturday morning I dropped the bike off at Harley for some work I wasn’t comfortable doing myself. Stopped at a few stores and finally bought another garden shed for My Shirley. It was her

Since the beginning of recorded history, humans have had existential questions on profound matters never quite answered fully or correctly. Questions about God, the afterlife, our universe, and Canada geese come to mind. First three are comparatively easy to answer, but mankind still wonders about Canada geese and why they exist. Most think they are here to fertilize every #%$*&^%# lawn outside a bank or shopping mall or playground sandbox. That may be part of it, but the main reason they are here is for us to kill the damned locust-like honkers with whatever means available (in season with a