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| ...."How was it?" she asks as you enter the front door..."Ok I guess", you reply as you plop down on the sofa, head hanging wearily in your hands..."What's wrong!" she says as she sits down beside you, her left arm draped around your right shoulder(depending on which side of the couch you're on; it could be the right arm/left shoulder)...as tears begin to trickle down your cheeks, splashing onto your previously pressed trousers, you begin weeping bitterly, falling off the sofa, collapsing onto the cold hardwood floor, unable to speak...she gently kneels down, patting your head, telling you "It's ok...It's allright...everything will be fine"...you want to respond; but you know in your inner most self that it's NOT OK...it's NOT ALLRIGHT...IT WILL NEVER BE FINE AGAIN!!![:blackeye:]
Don't think this can happen to you? Well...think again pal, it can and does happen to hundreds of folks every year! The scenario above is played out each year at this time, and is a result from the stress of fishing shows/seminars across the midwest. My recent studies from the past 2 years, and from board posting responses between the months of January through April indicate the stress levels associated w/ this time period match that of a man getting married for the 3rd time, a peep pinning the tail on a live donkey, and/or trying to do a cannonball off the deck of an aircraft carrier.
This phenomenon most often occurs for a variety of reasons; the person spends TOO MUCH $$$ at a show; his wifes birthday is on Monday, and he has forsaken her for a handful of baits...a person goes to the show...ample funds for sure, yet wanders the isles nervously, unable to make up his mind, and in the end, leaves the show empty handed...driving home, they curse the day of their birth, angry at themselves for their inability to purchase even just ONE bait...and then we have those that I have come to know as DEATH ROW--if you watch them, they treat every meal as if it were their last!!! This group appears to often times be the happiest, and also seem to be able to deal w/ their feelings in a more constructive manner. There are other maladies that I have discovered, but neither time nor space allow me to enter that section at this time.
I have been each of the above, yet none of the above! Hopefully those who suffer from the above will be open here, and then get the help offered. I am not a doctor, but feel qualified to counsel those in need...please refer to me as "nurse Sponge", until I get a degree! Any others that feel qualified, please give aid to those who cannot control themselves during this season of inactivity...thank you.... [::)] | |
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| Nurse Sponge!... No longer! This is the Thessus that takes you to the Muskie PHD. At last! Doc Square Pants. Prescribing ground muskie teeth, dehydrated Muskie lips,and a variety of dried fish slim for consumption or ingestion anyway seen fit. Most, to lull the patient, into a tranquill trance, in hopes of getting through this tough Muskie show period, with some resemblance of sanity until the opener![:0] | |
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| SHOWZAC ? | |
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| this is what my doc(the wife) tells me when i start getting down, and this may help others as well,
"""""suck it up and quit crying ya big baby"""""
and then i go play with my baits all by myself for a wile.
this seem to work for me.
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| Sponge, I found a partial solution to this unfortunate collection of maladies. A young couple was looking at a 10" Slammer Deep Diver, actually the guy was looking. The wife was doing her best imitation of being bored, and was quite successfully projecting that image! Can you imagine someone being bored at a Muskie Show? Not in our lifetime! Well anyway I casually mentioned that it is tradition at every muskie show that the wife gets a swimming suit for each color on each Slammer Crankbait that her husband purchases.
She smiled, reached up, grabbed another 10" Golden Shiner, and handed it to the husband while saying, "Why don't you get both. They are both quite pretty!!" After he got back up off the floor he smiled and ran to the checkout! As they walked away, she smiled and waved to me saying, "I sure like Muskie Shows!"
I wonder if I should have told her husband about the tradition!?
All is well, that ends well! [:bigsmile:] [:devil:] [:bigsmile:] | |
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| I didn't get to go to the show, so I have to wait for the Milwaukee Show. What should I do......I can't wait!! Everything has been picked over and I heard from a friend that several booths even had HR's! I hoped they saved some for Milwaukee. I'll be there at 2:00 on Friday afternoon pounding on the door. But I can only stay for 2 hours, then leave for Madison for the weekend.
I'm Jonesin' pretty bad right now!
Beav | |
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| Don't worry, Beaver, The State Fair Show, at least at The Slammer Booth will have custom colors including holographic
colors, that haven't been seen outside of the Slammer Bait Top Secret Research Compound! You are in luck!!
When we water tested these hot new colors, everyone else on the lake had to be blindfolded!! [:bigsmile:] [:bigsmile:] | |
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| YES!!! This is what therapy is all about...speaking out, opening up that "mental window" that has been stuck for so long...the hospital administrator, SLAMR, has authorized Dr. Raze and his physicians assistant Stever Van L to distribute the new drug "SHOWZAC", a revolutionary new product concocted in Razes' livewell. Rip off all the clothing allowed by law, run out on your porches, then proceed to scream in relief! Freedom is just around the corner....[::)] | |
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| I couldn't make the show so I tried sexual healing. Worked for 2 minutes, now what?
Buddy | |
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| Buddy, cherish those 2 minutes; that's what I did on my honey moon...almost 15 years ago...the best 2 minutes I've experienced since then! From looking at some of the bar pics that Shep took, no doubt some had to rub Viagra on their neck just to hold their head up![:0] | |
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| Did that include talking about it for 90 seconds?[:devil:] | |
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| MAYBE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![:blackeye:] | |
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