crickets

They don't? I used to fish for crappie with black crickets all the time. Never had any problem using them as bait.

when i fish for brim they wont touch the stuff

Interest-ink! You are using live crickets no? Are black crickets native to your area?

both brown and black are native here

Crickets? My Gawd fishin' and Seed. They are good luck creatures. Don't you both know that the Chinese put a cricket in a cricket box as a warning sign. If the cricket doesn't chirp, there is evil afoot.


Hey, fishin', I thought you used flys. (frowns in disapproval)

Letty all i can tell you is that "we learn from those who teach" and my grandfather didnt like using warms... he used crickets and so he showed me how to use them... and thats what i usually use when i fish with cane poles. im sorry letty, though i did know about the chinese and the crickets. (Disney's Mulian :-D)

Well, Seed. When I did surf fishing, I used sand fleas. My son told me that they had no nervous system, so they didn't feel pain.

But they struggled

and, of course, the pompano that I caught got deaded, too.

Well, if Noah can get swallowed by a whale, I guess it all equals out in the long line of the food chain..

Wow! I need to find "The Animal that Drank up Sound" fantastic poem. The cricket saved the world from the moon.

lol... just a side note Letty... it was Joahan (sp?) that was swallowed by the whale... i havnt read those poems... please do find and post..

<smile> Seed, It is a lovely poem by William Stafford. Somehow google has rebelled. Later, my friend.

alrighty then...

Jonah.

ah there we go... thank you dlowan... im a horrible speller if you havnt noticed by now.... any idea on the crickets?

Oops, Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark. Sorry Johnny Mercer.

This is all that I could find on The Animal that Drank up Sound:

An animal that needed sound'' comes down to consume it entirely: as a leaping fish descends, ``the water died''; the animal ``drained the rustle from the leaves'' and ``drank till winter...[and until] It was finally tall and still, and he stopped on the highest ridge...and from there he walked on silently and began to starve.'' The world lies silent beneath the moon until at last a cricket's chirping initiates the renewal of sound, together with the life of ``our precious world.'' Stafford's language is fresh and muscular, his imagery compelling, though at first reading the imaginative leap from winter's silence to the seasonal cycle of death and rebirth is startling. Frasier provides sophisticated collages of simple forms cut from specially made striated paper, their predominantly somber tones brightened with fall's red and spring's green; ``the animal'' looks like a black polar bear. Altogether, the whole is more striking and unusual than attractive, the product of genuine talent yet somewhat labored. A BOMC selection. (Picture book. 4-8 & adult) -- Copyright ©1992, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved.

Okay.

I get caught up in Johnny Mercer's "Accentuate the Positive" What a fabulous writer and singer as well.

i've never heard of the man ... but thats good stuff

Try "I was only fifteen", (I think) The rites of passage.

Deb, I borrowed your word "deaded"...

I believe "deaded" may originate with the Goons!

I love crickets! I have no knowledge of their use in fishing.

Mebbe the black ones remind the fish of something which tastes nasty?

I do for trout! I haven't used crickets since I was in my early teens.

Odd the things that we remember. I recall all of our exchanges on "Only Women Bleed".

My Dad in hip boots wading the streams of anywhere; tieing his flys and a young letty trying to impress him by proudly bringing home a redeye caught with a worm. I think my cat ate the remnants.