From mloy@iupui.edu Wed May 29 11:43:38 2002
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From: mloy@iupui.edu (Mark Loy)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.written.robert-jordan
Subject: Re: [TAN] Vegans, stupid people, and children.
Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 10:32:15 -0500


In article <3CF26405.AB3B3E7B@lvcm.com>, Pat O'Connell <nvcaver@lvcm.com> wrote:

> Ken Gerrard wrote:
> > Yes. Luckily, I don't live in such an area and therefore have a wider
> > range of ethical choice.
> 
> Your food doesn't necessarily come from where you live. 
> 
> Besides, there exist parts of Canada that are suited for grazing and
> not for crops. That's why there are ranches up there.
> 
> There are also parts of Canada suited only for growing blackflies and
> mosquitoes, but we really don't want to go there...


Unless the fishing is really, *really* good.

That's right, that's right.  I'm a fisher.  I fish.  And no, I'm not
talkin' 'bout sittin' on my ass drinkin' a cold brew while watchin' a
little cork float bob up and down with a moistened nightcrawler on a hook
below it--although I do also fish like that on occasion.  No, I'm talkin'
the extremely challenging world of amateur bass/walley/northern pike
fishing where'st you go out in an exhorbitantly priced fishing boat and
match wits tryin' to entice an animal with a brain half the size of the
C/J entity into trying to eat a piece of metal/wood/plastic with some
nasty sharp pointy things attached to it by presenting said offering in a
reasonably natural fashion so as to make the predatory icthy-fishy
thingee's instincts begin to salivate and respond with maniacal aggression
and remorse whilst sittin' on your ass drinkin' a cold brew.

Now that's what _I'm_ talkin' about.

I *love* it.

And Eric loves it.  And Eric's grandfather.  And Deb...although Deb's love
is, if truth be told, more a function of moderate like bordering on
resigned tolerance.  But that's what we're gonna be doin' starting on
Saturday, June 1, 2002...fishin' in Southwest Ontario, Canada at South
Shore Lodge on beautiful Eagle Lake for one metric week.

I plan on catching a metric shitload of fish and fileting 'em and eatin'
'em and enjoying the scenery and the time on the water with my son and the
northern lights and the big-assed mosquitoes and just soakin' in the
Canuckian Ambiance.

For E-rock this is his first real fishing trip and he's as excited as an
eight year-old boy about to go on his first real fishing trip.

For Deb's dad...it's his third time goin' up to Canada to fish and the
first real vacation/adventure he's been excited about since his wife
passed away.

For Deborah, it's her second time fishing up north and she's very excited
to spend some quality time with her dad and Eric and me enjoying the
beauty of Canada whilst also tryin' to outfish every single person of the
male sex in this hemisphere--and she might do it, too.  Deb's not half
bad.  And she can fish, too.

Well, that's about it.  Just took this opportunity to let you's people's
know that if'n you don't hear from me next week it's because I'm gettin'
my pole wet.

And I'm goin' fishing, too.










ML