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Thank you gentlemen. I have been having fun discovering new materials and techniques. Wanting to create a jig of my own.
Seems every time I get started I get another idea, so no two jigs are the same. I see folks tying six - all the same - and wonder why. Guess it is done to sell to one of their clients. Maybe the design is already perfect and they just need six of them.
Recently I was interviewed for a magazine article, which may or may not appear. The man writing the article wanted to get some quotes and some pictures of my jigs. We did two separate interviews and I sent him some photos of my jigs in large groups. I remember him asking why I started making my own jigs instead of just buying them. I answered -“ A fool starts making his own jigs to either save money or make money, as he will not do either”.
Turns out that this author actually knew about me from my old surf fishing days and wants me to do a story about that stuff, too. I told him itis hilarious watching YouTube videos of people describing me, or my junk, as if they had some clue as to why I did this or that. My wife thinks it is pretty cool to be mentioned by strangers. I told him that I did seminars and was on at least seven forums, and tried to be innovative in my approach. I was somewhat successful, well as successful as one can really be without turning it all into some kind of job.
Maybe my best stuff will be left on the cutting room floor and the editors will see something else they would rather publish. If I make it I’ll let you guys in on it. Flattering that my jigs have gotten noticed.
Yesterday I swapped a pile of jigs for some work on my boat. See I stopped at the wrong gas station and got a tank full of water. Sucks to be me. Anyways I could not figure a way to get the water out of the built in tank. He removed the hose to the fuel/water separator filter contracption, and eased in some copper pipe, and slid a hose over the other end of the pipe and sucked and syphoned the tank dry. 12 gallons worth of contaminated fuel. I am very happy with my trade.
Yes, I am replacing the filters next and then back to boating with a jaundice eye for where I buy gas. I hope the new motor is not damaged. He said his Harley had the same thing happen. Guess our cars just deal with it all.
Today I escort she who must be obeyed and her best buddy to an “Oddities Sale”. I think they are lying when they say it is to get Christmas gifts. I think it is to get them some stuff. She hit me up last night, by handing me the I Pad and telling me to pay for the shoes she had picked out. WOW them shoes didn’t look no different than the ones she has lining the closet walls. Then I caught myself and stopped short of complaining, when I suddenly considered she doesn’t complain about my fishing junk. Hmmmmmm…..wisdom is finally coming to me. I placed the order.
Going to only buy a few gifts this year. The grocery bill has me sorely short of extra cash. Man it is insane seeing eggs listed at $10, or hamburger at $20. I feel terrible as I leave the store thinking I spent way too much. I hear rumors it will all get worse soon, too. Farmers are warning us that they cannot afford to grow the food. Gasoline is about to go much higher soon. too. Exxon Mobil made record profits this year, so I am not at all sure who it was our rulers were wanting to stick it to, because they missed and hit us instead.
I have been listening to Christmas music instead of the news. I like the old Bing Crosby styled stuff. Nobody can sing along near as well as I. Others cringe, but I continue on. Some people just can’t discern what quality sounds like. She put up the fake tree last night and left it lit all night long.
My mom had knee surgery so I am sitting her dog for her. Dumb thing pees and poops everywhere. I set down those pads where ever she has gone before. Still I try to teach it and just this morning got it to go outside instead of the living room. Hope springs eternal. She is at least trying to get along. My wife’s chihuahua doesn’t dislike her, but doesn’t exactly play with her either. An exercise in toleration probably describes it best. I am going to order a sweater for the huahua so my wife thinks I like her little dog.
