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My apologies Xanga, but your time here is nearly over.  Facebook is far superior in every way.  In fact they have a special section called 'Notes' which is essentially you in a condensed, easy to use form.  Soon, you will be pushing up daisies, dust to dust, a lifleless corpse of vacant cyberspace that has cost countless(or not) users hours of their lives that they will never get back.  You have failed to keep up with the times, and I'm sure your wallet is feeling the brunt of the damage.  You are a social networking site, that does not aid in social networking. 

Even a goldfish knows thats a bad business plan. 

My advice?  Quit.  You've lost every battle, and thus, the war.  My attention span is barely allowing me to finish writing this post.  And when I'm done?  I'm gonna check my FB and then go to bed.   In your hayday, you were awesome.  But now, you're a miserable, dull, under-used, overpaid, loserly, unimaginative, moth-eaten, platitudinous, spiritless, mundane, tedious, threadbare, humdrum, monotonous, UN-AWESOME waste of everyone one of your beloved users(<read: losers) time.    And with that, I go to support your competition by checking my Facebook.  And then promptly to bed. 

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-Chad

Wow.

I want to be able to play the drums to this before I die. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdblcuWtB9I

Its so fast you can't even see the sticks!  Uh-may-zing.   

Holy cow.  *is in awe*

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-Chad

Best fishing story....ever

So on sunday I caught the bug to go fly fishing again.  I hadn't gone since going to Montana, and I really wanted to be back out there fishing again.  During church I couldn't get fly fishing off my mind, where to go, what to use, when to go...  So I passed Marcel a note asking if he wanted to go fishing that afternoon.  He said yes.  So after church we planned to go to the river after going home and doing some studying.  After I finished doing a math lesson (blech!) we left and went down to the river.  Now, in all the times that I've been to this river to fish, I have never caught anything.  not. a. thing. 

We get down to the river at 3:30, and there were Salmon, Steelhead and Trout jumping all over the place.  And the the best part was that there wasn't another soul on the river!  after about 5 minutes of fishing, which was barely enough time to relearn the ropes, I hooked a nice fish.  At first I thought is was prolly just a suckerfish or some other garbage, but then it jumped clear out of the water.  After that I was pretty psyched.  I fought the fish for around 10 minutes, because I was using 6x tipit, which is really light stuff (3 lbs test), and I didn't want to lose this fish.  So eventually we got the fish onto the shore. 

While I was tying up my trophy I let Marcel use the spot where I caught this one.  And after 5 minutes, he had hooked one that was at least as big as mine.  And this one was running like crazy and jumping out of the water all over the place.  It was a really nice fish.   After about 15 minutes of fighting this fish we almost had it in when he made a final run for the fast water and just before reaching it, he jumped!.........and spit the hook.  We stood there in silence for a few seconds.......before screaming in agony.  

For the next half an hour or so we were getting bites, and hooked a few more but they got away pretty quickly. 

Then I heard this voice behind me....

It was the Fish and Game Warden. 

She called me and Marcel over and said for us to bring our gear.  Not good.  On the way over to her I was running over in my head all the possible things we could be doing wrong.  I knew that you were supposed to fish with barbless hooks.  Check.  I knew you had to be fishing downstream of  this certain wire.  Check.  I knew that we weren't allowed to fish for Salmon.  Check.  I knew we had to have fishing licenses.  Check.  To the best of my knowledge we were doing everything legally. 

I got to her first and she asked me my age, and Marcel's age, and then asked to see my gear.  She saw I was fishing barbless hooks, she looked at Marcels, and at the time he didn't have any flies on, but he told the truth anyway and said he was fishing barbed hooks.  First violation.   Then she asked us if we knew that the river was closed to all fishing until the end of the year.  We answered honestly, No.  Second violation.   Then she asked to see our fishing licenses, we promptly complied.  She takes a look at them and tells us that we don't have stamps.  Apparently you need a Bay and Delta Stamp to fish the American River all the way up in Sac.  Third violation.       Then she asks to see our steelhead report cards.  I had never even heard of those.  So we tell her we don't have any.  She then tells us that you need a steelhead report card whenever you are fishing water in which there are steelhead, regardless of whether or not you are fishing for steelhead.  Fourth violation.    The sum total of those violation, she tells us, is a huge fine (over $1000), a day in court, and a misdemeanor.   All this time i'm thinking "Its just a fish!"   

She let us off the hook (pun intended). 

Thank God.

She told us that because we were nice, honest, and because I was 16 and he was 18, She wasn't gonna press charges.  The only punishment we received was a copy of the rules and regulations for fishing in that area. 

....And what happened to the fish?

After she told us that she was going to let us off, I told her that I had caught a fish.  Her face went white.  She asked, her voice slightly quivering "Is it alive?"  I ran over to the fish which was sitting in a little stream that ran into the river, and he was fine.  Thank God.  I untied him, went down to the river and reluctantly put him back.  I walked back over and she told me that if that fish had been dead she would have had no choice but to charge us both with misdemeanors. She said that there is no 'warning' she can issue if you kill a fish on a closed river.   If that fish had been dead I would have given it mouth to mouth. 

The river reopens on January 1st 2009.   And we will be back there fishing the day it reopens (with the proper stamps/report cards of course).   

So thats my fishing story. 

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-Chad

"Work is that annoying time between fishing trips."

Last week my grandparents took my cousin Trevor and I to Montana to learn how to flyfish.  It. Was. Awesome.   I could live there for the rest of my life and be happy.  Just buy a little cabin on the river and flyfish until I die.  That sounds really, really good. 

We drove all the way through Nevada, which has to be the uglyest state in the Union.  We also drove through Idaho, which was alot more scenic than Nevada.  In Idaho we saw potatoes, with a few scattered houses, and some wheat fields. 

 For most of the drive through Nevada we actually drove next to the traintracks we took to get to Colorado, which brought back memories of Scum, Settlers of Catan, and running to the back of the train when we went through tunnels! lol....

Anyway

Once we got to Montana this is what we did everyday:

6:30- Wake up, walk 50 feet to the river and start fishing.

7:30- Grandma calls us in for breakfast(which was always really good). 

8:00- We go back to fishing.

12:00- Grandma calls us in for lunch. 

1:00- Ge go back to fishing.

6:00- Grandma calls us in for dinner. 

7:00- We go back to fishing until it's too dark to see.

We pretty much did that for 3 days.  On the third day we met this guy named Max who offered to take us to some of his favorite fishing holes which were a few miles away.  Max was a friend of the owner of the cabin and had been flyfishing this river for 13 years.  He said that we would only catch "big guys" at the holes he was taking us to, and he was right.  The smallest fish I caught out of six fish that day was over 12 inches.  The biggest was 20 inches.  It was the best day of trout fishing that I have ever had in my life. 

16 inch Rainbow Trout

20 inch Rainbow Trout

18 inch Rainbow Trout

18 inch Rainbow Trout 

While we were there we went to yellowstone which was 45 minutes away from where we were staying. Yellowstone was actually a bit of a disapointment.  We didn't even see any Buffalo.  We did see some Elk and a Bald Eagle but that was it.  In the afternoon we went to see Old Faithful which was pretty cool. 

The one thing that I didn't expect was the smell.  Yellowstone smells terrible!  Because of all the sulfur in the hot springs, and geysers the whole park smells like rotten eggs. 

a few days after Yellowstone we drove back to Auburn where Marcel picked me up and took me to our church family camp.   At our first family camp with this church Johnny made friends with the Shnetz brothers.  At that family camp they sat in the dirt, rolled in the dirt, threw the dirt, and ate the dirt.  All day.  Eventually they got the title "dirt buddies".   Here are some pictures of Johnny and his "dirt buddies" from the most recent family camp. 

James, 5                      Johnny, 5            Kyle, 7

Eric, 4                       James                       Johnny     Kyle

                       Mudget, 2  (his real name is Nathan, but everyone calls him Mudget)

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-Chad

Summer Rocks!

Here's what I did the last 4 days.......

-Caught 17 Rainbow Trout

-Had a Snow ball fight on the 4th of July (I'm not kidding)

-Played Phase 10 or Scum till 2 every night/morning for the past 4 days

-Drank 4 Root Beers, one Monster, 3 glasses of Orange Juice,  a ton of water, and 3 glasses of milk

-Watched Rocketman again

-Watched O Brother Where Art Thou? for the first time

-Drove for 2 hours straight, and almost gave my dad a heart attack (Only 52 hours of driving time and six months till i'm a licensed driver!)

-Made a spear to kill fishes with, which failed miserably, but was fun anyways

-Did not set off fireworks  : (

So that's what I did........and didn't do.

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-Chad