[QUOTE=Sweat-n-Grease;85559]Might be time for me to dust off the jacket and watch this movie again[/QUOTE]
No son! We’re talking COMMERCIAL fishermen here! No pansy assed standing in cold water in your rubbers and flicking some line back and forth…that’s fishing for the likes of KP ballerinas and tapdancers boy!
We’re talk’in about REAL fishermen here…the kind who have hands like bear claws and tough enough that you can’t drive a nail into them!
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[QUOTE=c.captain;85567]No son! We’re talking COMMERCIAL fishermen here! No pansy assed standing in cold water in your rubbers and flicking some line back and forth…that’s fishing for the likes of KP ballerinas and tapdancers boy!
We’re talkin about REAL fishermen here…the kind who have hands like bear claws and touch enough that you can’t drive a nail into them![/QUOTE]
I ain’t your son Buster.We need to meet.
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[QUOTE=c.captain;85567]No son! We’re talking COMMERCIAL fishermen here! No pansy assed standing in cold water in your rubbers and flicking some line back and forth…that’s fishing for the likes of KP ballerinas and tapdancers boy!
We’re talkin about REAL fishermen here…the kind who have hands like bear claws and touch enough that you can’t drive a nail into them![/QUOTE]
Into your sauce, ain’t cha
[QUOTE=Sweat-n-Grease;85572]Into your sauce, ain’t cha[/QUOTE]
Nyah…NUTS TO THE WHOLE LOT OF YA!
As Patton said, “A man so eloquent must be saved”
General Anthony Clement “Nuts” McAuliffe (July 2, 1898 – August 11, 1975)
Battle of the Bulge
In December 1944, when the German army launched the surprise Battle of the Bulge, Major General Maxwell D. Taylor, commander of the 101st Airborne Division, was away, attending a staff conference in the United States. In Taylor’s absence, acting command of the 101st and its attached troops fell to McAuliffe. At Bastogne, the 101st was besieged by a far larger force of Germans under the command of General Heinrich Freiherr von Lüttwitz.
On December 22, 1944, through a party consisting of a major, a lieutenant, and two enlisted men under a flag of truce that entered the American lines southeast of Bastogne (occupied by Company F, 2nd Battalion, 327th Glider Infantry), General von Lüttwitz sent the following ultimatum to Gen. McAuliffe:
[quote]To the U.S.A. Commander of the encircled town of Bastogne.
The fortune of war is changing. This time the U.S.A. forces in and near Bastogne have been encircled by strong German armored units. More German armored units have crossed the river Our near Ortheuville, have taken Marche and reached St. Hubert by passing through Hompre-Sibret-Tillet. Libramont is in German hands.
There is only one possibility to save the encircled U.S.A. troops from total annihilation: that is the honorable surrender of the encircled town. In order to think it over a term of two hours will be granted beginning with the presentation of this note.
If this proposal should be rejected one German Artillery Corps and six heavy A. A. Battalions are ready to annihilate the U.S.A. troops in and near Bastogne. The order for firing will be given immediately after this two hours term.
All the serious civilian losses caused by this artillery fire would not correspond with the well-known American humanity.
The German Commander.
According to various accounts from those present, when McAuliffe was told of the German demand for surrender he said “nuts”. At a loss for an official reply, Lt. Col. Harry Kinnard suggested that his first remark summed up the situation well, which was agreed to by the others. The official reply was typed and delivered by Colonel Joseph Harper, commanding the 327th Glider Infantry, to the German delegation. It was as follows:
To the German Commander.
NUTS!
The American Commander
Suffice it to say, the Germans were perplexed at the short reply. Harper offered an explanation of the meaning of the word to the Germans, telling them that in “plain English” it meant “Go to hell.” The word choice came directly from McAuliffe and was typical for him. Vincent Vicari, his personal aide at the time, recalled that “General Mac was the only general I ever knew who did not use profane language. ‘Nuts’ was part of his normal vocabulary.”
The threat of artillery fire did not materialize, although several infantry and tank assaults were directed at the positions of the 327th Glider Infantry. In addition, the German Luftwaffe entered the attacks on the town, bombing it nightly. The 101st was able to hold off the Germans until the 4th Armored Division arrived on December 26 to provide reinforcement.
For his actions at Bastogne, McAuliffe was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross by General Patton on Dec. 30, 1944, followed later by the Distinguished Service Medal.
After the Battle of the Bulge, McAuliffe was given command of his own division, the 103rd Infantry Division of the US 7th Army, which he led from January 15, 1945, to July 1945.[/QUOTE]
I remember a Rock Cod trip I made withy old man off of Morro Bay. I must’ve been about 5, or so. My dad used a Portuguese style longline set up. Anyway, he got to hauling back, and the gear was plugged. I mean a fish on every hook. About half way through the set, this blue shark grabs ahold of a fish and gives a good yank. My dad couldn’t get the gear out of his hands fast enough and ends up with 6 or so barbed circle hooks in his fore arm.
I remember him grimacing and shouting, “balls!” He got the rest of the set stowed, tried in vain to remove the hooks, ran back to town, and drove us to the hospital. They had to push every one of those hooks through and clip the barbs off to get em out. My old man is one tough SOB.
[QUOTE=Tuglyfe33;85714]I remember a Rock Cod trip I made withy old man off of Morro Bay. I must’ve been about 5, or so. My dad used a Portuguese style longline set up. Anyway, he got to hauling back, and the gear was plugged. I mean a fish on every hook. About half way through the set, this blue shark grabs ahold of a fish and gives a good yank. My dad couldn’t get the gear out of his hands fast enough and ends up with 6 or so barbed circle hooks in his fore arm.
I remember him grimacing and shouting, “balls!” He got the rest of the set stowed, tried in vain to remove the hooks, ran back to town, and drove us to the hospital. They had to push every one of those hooks through and clip the barbs off to get em out. My old man is one tough SOB.[/QUOTE]
When I hear my dad tell his stories of seining before power blocks and gillnetting before power rollers or reels, I cannot begin to imagine the physical strength and endurance those men had to have! Of course , that was in all forms of work in the bad old daze but fishing only became “relatively” easy in the past 30 years. Even now, decades after he pulled on his last net, my old man’s hands are simply massive. The fingers are all at least a full inch in diameter and the power in them is amazing. I am and always will be in awe!