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Wednesday, May 02, 2007

The Fish (Schindleria Praematurus)

DEAR FOXY
(advice straight from da fox's snout)

Dear Foxy,

I was, until recently, a media personality with a penchant for shocking my audience. My current non-employed status is now becoming quite boring. Do you have any advice for me regarding this condition?

D. Imustasaidsomethingwrong in Iowa


Da Fox replies:

Dear D. in Iowa - It seems to me you've been given a golden opportunity to explore some new paths in life. My advice to you is to drive north of the border, find a good lake, and do some fishing. While you're at it, ask if they are hiring at the bait shops you visit. Don't worry about any possible stigma from your previous life, neither fish nor fishermen care about shock-jocks, anyway.


Dear Foxy,

I'm a single lady who is currently dating a nice man whom I like very much. All would be fine and dandy except that occasionally I feel that he doesn't respect me as much as I need him to. If you could be of help here, I would greatly appreciate it.

Downtrodden in Detroit Lakes


Da Fox replies:

Dear Downtrodden - My advice to you is to have him take you fishing. If you catch more or bigger fish than him you'll almost certainly gain his respect. If you don't, well, at least you went fishing. If he won't take you fishing or doesn't fish, he ain't worth your time. There are plenty of other fish in the lake, if you catch my drift.


Dear Mr. Fox:

I've recently relocated to a very nice lakeshore house, my family and I moving there to escape the big city. Last week, a local developer approached my new neighbors and I offering to buy up our places and turn the properties into a shopping mall. None of us liked that idea, but he kept insisting that the local economy needed the boost. Since he's the town's mayor, he also threatened to use imminent domain if we didn't sell. I know that you can't fight city hall, but shouldn't the neighbors and I organize some sort of resistance to his bullying? We'd be grateful for any help, here.

Hot in Hector


Da Fox replies:

Dear Hot - Hmmm, I really had to think about this, but I believe that I can help you. Get your neighbors together and offer up this simple plan:

1. Plan a neighborly night fishing expedition and invite the developer/Mayor.
2. Get 2 pontoon boats and fill one of them with rocks and 50 feet of rope.
3. Take aforementioned mallplanner out with most of you in the other pontoon boat. Make sure nobody mentions the first boat.
4. Have the other pontoon boat meet you in the middle of the lake.
5. Grab the greedy bastard and tie him up, use the rocks as anchors, and toss his worthless ass into the lake.
6. Elect a new mayor who won't fuck with the fishing.

This plan not only eliminates one ding-dong politician, it also improves the quality of fishing in the lake because the leeches and minnows that gamefish eat just love to feed on the foolish. You can thank me later.


Yo Dere Fox,

Last year fer da walleye opener me an a few udder guys was up ta Vermillion. We was havin' a purdy good time and catchin' a lodda good fish. I had just hooked a nice un when, all of er sudden, my koddamn cell goes off, an a course it's da ol' lady. She sez dat her dad hadda major sunovabitchin stroke and kakked rite den and dere and we hadda go to da funeral. So I hadda leave or she was gonna come up an git me. Anyways, wit da opener nex' week, I was wonderin' if you could gimme some help so's dat don' happen no more, eh?

Callstopper in Coleraine


Da Fox replies:

Dear Calls - Sorry to hear about last year's fiasco, I know how good Lake Vermillion can be for the opener. I think I can help you. I tried this a few years ago, if it worked for me, it'll probably work for you, too. Bring along an extra minnow bucket half-filled with water. When you get ready to go fishing, put the cell in the minnow bucket. That way, if the damn thing goes off, you can't hear it. Best of luck to you this year!!


To Mr. Fox:

Lately, I've noticed that there is somebody out there imitating me with a newspaper column that gives advice to people who write in their problems. My problem is that this imitator (who shall remain nameless) always gives the same answer no matter how serious a problem it is for the letter-writer. Whatever the problem, this 'advice-person' tells them to go fishing. I don't get it.

Abby Lander in Atwater


Da Fox replies:

Dear Ab in Atwater - Of course you don't get it, obviously because you've never been fishing. Go fishing, and you will know. 'Nuff said.



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4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm so enjoying your blog. Especially this post and your comment that essentially all hassles in life can be treated successfully by fishing. I know this to be true. I used to summer-over with my grandparents at Rush Lake (in MN) every year. The highlight of my day was going fishing with my Grandma. Yes, that's what I wrote, for sure. I was the only one out of 4 sisters allowed to go fishing with Grandma as early as 5-6 years of age because I cleaned and scaled the fish I caught. You couldn't go out with Grandma if you didn't clean your fish. My favorite is fried sunfish. Anyway, my fondest memories are sitting in that boat with Grandma and not talking for several hours - just listening to the sounds of wings of dragon flies and occasionally a bird - or water lapping against the side of the boat. I learned so much sitting out there in that boat, not talking, just listening and observing. In the silence of those sunny days with Grandma in the boat *fishing* is the closest I've gotten to "Be still, and know that I am God."

This post of yours has touched me in more ways than you can imagine. My Grandma is long dead and gone, but as I sit here typing in my earth house along the Shenandoah River in VA, listening to the lone cricket down in the living room somewhere, you've managed to transport me back to the happiest days of my life with my Grandma - fishing out on Rush Lake. Thank you for the lovely ride..

http://janetleigh.wordpress.com/

12:28 AM

 
Blogger jeffox said...

Thank you for visiting, Janet, and for the very kind words.

From what you wrote, it seems that your experiences and my own are very similar. There is something very special in just being "out there" on the lake or river, fishing or canoeing or whatever. This stuff can't be found in a city or in a book - one has to live it. And one will be the better for it, for sure.

Again, thank you for your entry and for visiting my blog. You're welcome any time, Janet!

10:32 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Mr. Fox,
you've caught my attention and I'd really like to see a picture of your fishing boat!
Spending my Saturday night reading your blog, how fun!
:)
da ranged gurl

10:45 PM

 
Blogger jeffox said...

Hiya Lori! Thanks for your kind words, I appreciate them very much.

Sometimes I just get goofy ideas and I go with them. That's how this entry came about. I guess maybe that's what I do best.

I'm glad you liked the post, Lori. Thanks again for visiting, and your kind words.

10:18 PM

 

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