Tag Archives: Fishing

I Don’t Think My Wife Loves Me

Posted on September 8, 2014 by Thestrugglershandbook

Recently I saw a show about parasites. In it a man and his wife, who were camping in Canada, had caught a number of rainbow trout from a lake. They began to cook their catch over an open flame, but … Continue reading →

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Fishing For Trouble – Part II

Posted on April 10, 2012 by Thestrugglershandbook

I haven’t gone on a fishing trip in a long time. I used to love everything about it: sitting in a boat, fishing from just before dawn until deep into the night, with a cooler full of ice-cold, frosty malt beverages and a … Continue reading →

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Fishing For Trouble – Part 1

Posted on January 28, 2012 by Thestrugglershandbook

I like to fish. Actually, to be more accurate, I used to like to fish. As I’ve broadened my horizons and become wiser (gotten fatter and older), it’s become apparent to me that fishing, particularly in Arizona, is often a hemorrhoidal experience. … Continue reading →

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God, Don’t Let Me Die in Louisiana – Part II

Posted on December 12, 2011 by Thestrugglershandbook

Not actual Family Members (Far as I Know)   After a couple of days, I had recovered sufficiently from the horrors of swamp fishing (Part I) with my grandfather. My cousin, let’s call him J.D. (everyone else does), asked if … Continue reading →

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God, Don’t Let Me Die in Louisiana – Part I

Posted on December 8, 2011 by Thestrugglershandbook

Whenever my family and I would visit DeRidder, Louisiana, we would stay with my dad’s father, Charles A. Peddy. To me, he was Papa (pronounced “Paw-Paw”; no doubt a function of dialect). Papa was a small man, maybe 5’5″ tall, and one … Continue reading →

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