New Home Security System and more Sturgeon Fishing...

We got us this new Idaho security system. The instructions read:

1. Go to a second-hand store and buy a pair of men's used size 14-16 work boots.

2. Place them on your front porch, along with several empty beer cans, a copy of Guns & Ammo magazine and several NRA magazines.

3. Put a few giant dog dishes next to the boots and magazines.

4. Leave a note on your door that reads; Hey Bubba, Big Jim, Duke and Slim, I went to the gun shop for ammunition. Back in an hour. Don't mess with the pit bulls -- they attacked the mailman this morning and messed him up real bad. I don't think Killer took part in it but it was hard to tell from all the blood.

PS - I locked all four of 'em in the house. Better wait outside

I haven't been sleeping very well lately. I keep waking up in the middle of the night and just have to get up. I come in and play with the computer for a while and usually get tired again and go back to sleep. Weird.

My throat is finally starting to bet better as far as the soreness goes. That is very good news. You can only have soooo much fun waking up wanting to scream, but too sore to do it...

Last night, was my new 8-ball league. We had to travel to a local town to play at a new bar. It was a pretty nice place compared to lots of other ones I have been to. The owner is an older woman, which seems typical and they all seem to look and act alike. Anyway, we did real good. We have to play 16 games - each of the players on the 4-person teams have to play each of the other team's players one game. We ended up winning 13 out of the 16 games. I played well, winning all 4 of my games, but no table runs.

After returning back to our home base, the Pocket, I saw my Melanie, one of my fishing buddy's wife. He had gotten his 2nd, or maybe 3rd, DWI a few weeks ago and ended up going go jail, except for work, until after the first of the year. Bummer Dude...

Speaking of fishing, this Saturday night, we are going big time sturgeon fishing with Storm and Jenny and the USFG fish biologist I met at Storm's house warming party last week. We are going about 35 miles up river, toward Boise, where to big boys live. I have been wanting to go up there for some time, but that are no maps available to show you where to go - its one of those hand me down sorta things from people that have been there before. I still don't know what the big deal is with fishing for them at night, since the bite all the time, but everywhere I have been where people fish for them, there are always fire pits and lots of beverage containers around from past trips. I sincerely hope to catch a large one or two to validate that I, and my new fishing tackle, is up to the challenge. The average fish up there is in the 5 to 7 foot range, but there are some that go up to 11 feet there. I would hate to get one that large, since the chances of landing one that large, without a boat to keep them close and much heavier equipment, are slim and none. They are called 'Strippers' since that is usually what they do to your fishing line. In any case, it should be big fun and educational.

Pam started her new position as a trainer at Dell this week. She is now off of the phones and all the craziness that goes along with them. She loves the new work and I love how much better she feels about everything. She went to the doctor and is being sent to a specialist to hopefully resolve her constant back pain problems that have bothered her for months. Life is good, and getting better by the day, here in DaHo...