Prowlerguy

Mr. D. A. Phraug goes into a bank and up to the counter of an obviously Indian teller who's nametag says Paddy Huack. "Mr. Huack, I'd like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday." Paddy looks at Mr. Phraug in disbelief and asks for a reference. Then Mr. D A Phraug says his father is Mickey Jagger, and that his dad is a personal friend of the bank manager. Paddy goes on to explain that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral. Then DA Phraug says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed. Very confused, Paddy explains that he'll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office. He finds the manager and says, "There's a Mr. DA Phraug out there who says his father, Mickey Jagger, is a friend of yours, and he wants to borrow $30,000. Furthermore, he wants to use this as collateral." Paddy holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what in the world is this?" (Standby!) The bank manager looks back at him and says. "It's a nick-nack, Paddy Huack, give DA Phraug a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone." (You're singing it, aren't you?)

Once upon a time in the kingdom of Heaven, God was missing for six days. Eventually, Michael the Archangel found him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired of God. "Where have you been?" God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made." Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "What is it?" "It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put Life on it. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a great place of balance." "Balance?" Inquired Michael, still confused. God explained, pointing to different parts of earth. "For example, northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth but cold and harsh, while southern Europe is going to be poor but sunny and pleasant. "I have made some lands abundant in water and other lands parched deserts. This one will be extremely hot and while this one will be very cold and covered in ice." The Archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a land mass and said "What's that one?" "Ah," said God. "That's The UK -- the most glorious place on earth. There are beautiful mountains, streams, hills, and forests. The people from The UK are going to be handsome, modest, intelligent and humorous and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking and high achieving and they will be known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers of peace." Michael gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed, "What about balance, God? You said there would be balance!" God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the idiots I put in London."

Greetings, Here's a challenge that few are up to. I just received this from a Marine friend. http://www.winterrowd.com/maze.swf Hint: turn the sound up, move slowly to stay between the lines, and don't rush. It may be a help to watch the curser closely.

I'm supposed to go to Exeter to check out a church, which wil be the weekend of the 4th and 5th of February. If it does turn out that I feel that's where The Lord wants me, then I'll be moving to Exeter within a month or so, from here in Mannheim, Germany. I've always dealt with mostly military people, and having had 14 years as a Marine, it will certainly be a switch to be a pastor to regular type people. I feel for those folks though as they are in definite need. I am also considering going to Australia, and more of a military type ministry. Regardless of where I end up going to, I'll be kayaking and fishing. Respectfully, Prowlerguy sends How many times do you suppose this kid will skip, when he hits the water?

There is the possibility of my moving to Exeter. Is there anybody yakfishing in that area. Fill me in. I've got four yaks and am really wanting to give it a shot there. So, tell me folks, are the natives friendly? -----------------------------------------

NOTHING AS INTERESTING as dissent in the ranks, huh? I'd still like a Stoat hat, you know like those that the Russians wear in the cooooold winter weather that have ear flaps which fold down, but are usually tied up for normal wear. I've got one actually; I got it off a Russian Marine in Vladivostok; it is dark brown, almost black.. No I didn't have to shoot him, as he was willing to trade for a Marine emblem. Also got a Russiam military watch in the deal. The fur isn't real, but it's got a neat Russiam Marine emblem on it, and it is quite warm. I guess the hat is standard issue, and it's got the number 8 on the inside. The guy was somewhat of a "pinhead" as it is quite a bit too small for me, probably a size 10 would fit me better. I'd really like the same hat in stoat! If I had it to do all over again I'd definitely be careful about those scent glands, and I'd have my hat. By the way I've got several hides from sea snakes that I use to made belts. Those hides come from black and white banded sea snakes, of which I've caught scores. I collected them by hand as they are pretty docile creatures, usually. They do have a very deadly bite, so care is definitely required. Respectfully, Prowlerguy sends Viet Vet 69-70

Weeellllll, if you leave off the last phrase of that sentence it looks bad; that's the way a liberal press does things. You know, yellow dog journalism, and misquotes. I shot them cause I wanted the hides. Isn't that why folks have ermine, mink, beaver and other coats and hats. I wanted the hides! I didn't shoot them because they were pretty just pretty. I also catch fish, but my prime reason to catch fish is to eat them, and I release those that I don't desire to eat. If I were out to have a fish mounted, I suppose I'd be after a sailfish, or a dolphin (dolphin fish - don't want any misunderstandings here.) because they are beautiful. And, I'd necessarily kill them. That's good logic too! Respectfully, Prowlerguy sends

Linda and I have been happily married for 37 years and we have two kids, My daughter is 37 years old and has been married for 17 years, she has provided us with 4 great grandchildren. My son is 18 years old, and just about to head off to college. Linda just talks in her sleep. She says I do too but you can prove it by me; she says I snore a little too - never happen. Prowlerguy's four grandkids,

I'm not sure exactly what a true ermine is. i just know that I was told that a stoat is a member of the ermine family.; even so might a mink be a member of the ermine family, for all I know. Man, I'm a city boy! I suppose it would be easy enough to check out.. I'll see what I can find. Stoat: From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia "The Stoat (Mustela erminea) is a small mammal of the family Mustelidae. In North America it is also referred to as the Short-tailed Weasel. When in its white winter coat, it is also called an Ermine." So there it is folks, straight from the internet's mouth- Wikipedia!

A stoat! Ahhh yes... Wow, does that bring back memories. Stationed at Edzell, Scotland from September 1970 through September 1973 with the U.S. Marine detachment, I sure did a lot of hunting for birds and stuff while there for my three years. Often I'd go out behind the base along some of the deserted runways and go after rabbits (those that weren't too affected by Maximetosis) and just had an all around enjoyable time. Not too long after getting there, probably in the Spring of 1971, I shot two stoats with one shot. I wouldn't have done such a thing, but they were beautiful creatures, reddish brown with the snow white undercarriage. I'd never seen anything like them before, being from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, and I wanteed to skin them and save the hides for something, yet to be decided. Picking up the two and putting them into my game bag I continued my quest for rabbits and the occasional wood pidgeon. Upon returning home, I showed my wife, and we agreed that they were beautiful, and that I should skin them and tan the hides. Initially upon inserting my sharp skinning knife just under the tail to make my first cut, as I leaned over and up close to the stoat to get a real good look at what I was doing, I punctured a scent gland (I had no idea there was any type of potential problem, remember I'd never even heard of a stoat before). The liquid, gas, and aroma squirted all up into my face and shoulders. Uuuuugh, I was nearly overcome in the nausia, and swooned almost to the point of unconsciousness. Needless to say it was all carefully collected, and disposed of as quickly, and thoroughly as possible - after my recovery from the initial sledge hammer like blow to my senses - because I wanted nothing of it still around. Later, a game keeper friend detected a residual odor and explained to me that it was a stoat, and a member of the ermine family. Hmmmm, hadn't thought about that for quite awhile. Respectfully, Prowlerguy sends

It's a little after four o'clock in the morning and I need to write this down before I forget it. My lovely, little wife Linda sometimes talks in her sleep. It isn't too often but when she does it is frequently quite interesting. A little while ago I got up to go to the bathroom and Linda said to me, as I got to the door, "where are you going?" I said back to her, "to the bathroom," and then she said "when you get back I'm going to go let Joshua out!" Being halfway asleep I didn't say anything, but stumbled on in. But, it soon became very clear to me, Huh? I started to have all kinds of pictures in my mind, sheesh, what did she mean by THAT! "I'm going to let Joshua out?" Needless to say, back there in the dark, I immediately questioned Linda. "Linda, where is Joshua?" "He is in the tank!" she said. I responded, naturally, with "what tank?" Linda continued in a normal conversation voice, "he's in the big, big, big, big, big tank." "Linda, what kind of tank is that?" I'm thinking of a couple different kinds of tanks here; the first of which is a military type tank, but more probably some kind of big water container. I also thought of some kind of torture tank or container, not that it was our oft used method of correction for our 18 year old son, but you know how the mind runs with really wild thoughts sometimes. Linda then said something like, "it's filled with water, you know the water tank." "Linda! What is Joshua doing in the water tank?" Then she said just this, "dog paddling." I started laughing out loud, and laughing hard, so much so that I began shaking the whole bed. About that time Linda woke up. "Go Away! I hate you!" Hmmm, it's coming up on 0500 now, and time to go back to some other adventures. Respectfully, Prowlerguy sends

Your story about the mistake of London Bridge, and Tower Bridge is correct - almost. That bridge is now just a little ways from Las Vegas, Nevada, rather than Texas - a right fair distance. You should avail yourself of the opportunity to see the sites of your own countries history. I've enjoyed world history in 37 countries, and 46 of our 50 States. You really should get out and around! You've got some fine stuff right there close by! Respectfully, Prowlerguy sends

Yes! The weather was fine in comparison to Germany. I appreciate you folks taking care of us like that. This is in London from one of your busses, And, this is my son near the Tower, and Tower Bridge.

Greetings, Have just returned to Mannheim, Germany from four days in London, and Brimpton (mostlly in London - just Sunday in Brimpton where I preached in a church). I may possibly be moving to Exeter, England to pastor a church, or the Rockhampton area of Australia to start and pastor a church there. If going to Australia, I'll be selling my four yaks, but they will be replaced with a kamekazi. I'd like to get a Dorado, but I want it just right when I order it. If you Kaskazi owners would tell me what you think, I'd appreciate it greatly. What different options would you have done in your order? I mean what options wouldn't you have not gotten, and what options would you have gone with? Are there any particular recommendations that you would suggest? For sure I want the suggestions of you "Kamekazi drivers" who have the experience already. I have my own preference in colors, as I'm one of the guys that really like to be seen from a distance. By the way, The Eye of London is great and especially at dusk when all the lights of the city have been turned on; Big Ben, Westminister Abby, the Changing of the Guard at Buckingham Palace were really nice too. I saw much of what I saw this past weekend back in 1971 too, but it was good to refresh. The steak pastys are still great, and the sushi at the Paddington Station was the best I've had since leaving Japan (the miso soup was really good too) I spent 16.50 pounds at that Yo Sushi place; yes, I can put away the sushi, especially the mackeral sushi. I was a bit disappointed in the fish and chips that I got - not a good as I remembered - but then most of the fish and chips back then I had gotten near Edzell and Montrose, Scotland back in the early 1970s. It seems that Police are Police wherever you go; check this out, Respectfully, Prowlerguy sends

That all looks great! I'm impressed with your weatherability (is that a word?) and I 'm not too sure that I'd handle the cold well, as you guy seem to be able to do. I like your prowlers. I have a Prowler Angley myself with a Cuda 240 GPS/Fish Finder. Tell me guys, what is the price of a used Prowler 15 Angler over there, and how about the price for a used SPTW. Respectfully, Prowlerguy sends Ya oughta check out my new book, http://www.swanassoc.com/pays