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Decisions, Decisions…

Decisions, decisions on where to go this weekend.

Do I go to this stretch of the river…

And try to catch a few of these…

Or maybe a few of these along with them…

Or do I go to one of the creeks that look like this…

And try for creek versions of the same fish…

Or humor myself catching these on the creeks…

Or do I go here, my secret ponds…

And try for these…

Or these…

Or maybe this big girl…

Or maybe some combination of all three places.

Decisions, decisions…

Whichever I choose, I really should take out my Dicky, give it a good washing and bring him along everywhere I go…

He’s getting a bit lonely.

Better Living Through Chemistry

I’ve kept a pair of Simms wading boots around for 7-8 years even though they are beat to shit, barely have any nubs left on the bottom and aren’t the most comfortable boots I’ve worn.

But they’re still working.

Better than I can say for all the other crap I’ve worn in that same time period that have barely made it through one fishing season.

The other day the sole on one of the boots pulled away from the upper part of the boot. Fixable, maybe, but how?

Also in the last two weeks I’ve noticed that the Cabela’s waders that are going on their third season and have had seams resealed a couple of times, is now leaking at one of the seams in the booties. I’m shocked these have lasted as long as they have, I must be getting better at my repairs or I’m not as tough on waders as I used to be. Those too, no matter the brand and how much I paid, never last more than a season.

Problem is, I can’t afford to replace either of these right now and not sure when I’ll be able to.

Luckily I’m currently working for a chemical manufacturing company. I have access to and can take home free samples of a huge array of chemical compounds that according to their labels, can do just about anything.

Better living through chemistry indeed.

I toyed with the idea of getting a tube of AquaSeal to fix my boots and waders. I hate that shit. You pay too much for a tiny little tube. If you only use some of it and reseal the tube, you’ll never get the cap off again. Now you have to cut off the other end, use what you need and toss it in the garbage. At nearly $7 a little tube, a tremendous waste of money.

Then I came across something we manufacture. I just got done putting my boots back together and coated all of the seams of the wader booties with it. It’s supposed to seal and keep water out of anything you put it on for many years. It’s also extremely flexible and should be perfect for what I just did.

If it works.

If it does work, I’ll let you know. You’ll never have to, and you won’t want to, piss away another dollar on AquaSeal ever again.

Should be dry in 24 hours. Will be tested over the weekend.

I’ll let you know what happens.

I’m Sorry, Are You Threatening Me?

You wake up early in the morning, suck down some coffee and make an effort to make some kind of decisions that will affect the outcome of your day. Going to work is out of the question. Snow storm from hell is being predicted and experience says that spending three or more hours trying to get home from work isn’t worth it.

You check your email. There’s a Facebook message for you from someone you never heard of.

Someone that Likes your Facebook page said something that this guy doesn’t like. Now it’s your problem. You’re being threatened with economic harm by him and apparently his hoard of followers if you don’t do something about this. This thing you have no clue about.

I also read it as saying… you do what I say, you tow my line, or I will reign economic harm down upon you.

I’m sorry, but I don’t take well to threats.

I learned that from my dad. Always stand up to the bullies and the assholes and never let them win. Easy for him to say and do. He was a high school boxing champ, Army vet, a life long roofer and almost six feet tall. To this day, even though he can barely walk, there’s something in his face that says “don’t fuck with me.”

The only thing I have in common with him is that look and his attitude. I’m amazed at times that I’m not dead already.

For all the banter about building your brand on blogs and social media like Facebook, my experience over the past 20 years or more of being on forums and early types of social media have proven to me that they are primarily occupied by trolls. As entertaining as screwing with trolls may be, it loses something after the millionth time. My blog is my own entertainment, Facebook is just another outlet for nonsense. If you think of it as anything more than that, you need to shut your computer off more often and go out for a walk. It will be time much better spent.

But really, threatening me? Poor stupid you. Did you actually think that would get you anywhere?

I’ve taken out the names and the links involved, they’re not important. Pretty much like this whole conversation that came out of nowhere. Since I started typing this, I got a response. Further proof to me that human beings are basically clueless.

I did like how I dealt with this though. I think if more dealt with the trolls this way, the trolls might start to think twice about leaving dumbass comments since they get nowhere fast.

But then, they are trolls. They simply don’t know any better.

From the troll:

Just curious, is this guy an employee of yours? Name Deleted? If you will read his comments regarding the photograph of the injured veteran, I think you will understand why myself and other veterans are looking to ensure that no business goes in any direction tied into this person. He’s got your farm listed on his likes. If this is the kind of behavior you want to be associated with, we’d like to make sure you don’t gain any business from people who served, are related to those who serve or have any interest in those who serve our country. Thank you.

Here’s the photograph and his comments. You can click the photo itself and see him calling the injured soldier an idiot and worse.
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Troll,

For starters, I don’t have a business. I write about the outdoors in the Fox Valley outside Chicago and that’s about it. I’ve been doing that for around 15 years now, have made virtually nothing off of it and do it because I enjoy it.

I’ll agree that what Name Deleted said is pretty stupid. Would never dawn on me to say something like that. I’ve also never met Name Deleted along with most of the other 140 or so others that Like my Waterdog Journal page.

I do know that those that Like my page run the gamut of the political spectrum from flaming liberals to staunch conservatives. They’re political stances mean nothing to me. Do they like to fish? Hunt? Wander around in the outdoors and do whatever they can to protect our natural resources? If so, then I’m glad they read what I write.

I have no interest in wandering around the internet monitoring anything they may have to say about whatever they believe no matter how stupid it may sound. If you wouldn’t have sent this to me, I would have never known about it, which is fine by me. He has the right to go say whatever stupid stuff he wants.

It would also never occur to me to censure someone for whatever their stupid beliefs are. It also would never occur to me to threaten and basically try to blackmail someone into towing the line on these beliefs. If I were a business and I were making money off what I do, I’d be pretty pissed off that someone was threatening me with the possibility of economic harm all based on comments made by someone I’ve never met.

Do I think what he said is stupid? Yes.

Do I agree with his stupidity? No.

Am I pretty pissed off about someone contacting me telling me I should censure someone that Likes by Facebook Page and that if I don’t they’ll somehow cause me economic harm?

You can damn well bet I’m pissed off as hell about it.

Thanks.

Ken G
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Response from the troll:

I’m pretty sure you are just about as pissed off as I am about what he says. While you have the luxury of making money off of people regardless of their beliefs agreeing with you or not, our commitment tends to be quite a bit more true to one another.
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You missed the part where I make no money off what I do. I’m kind of done with this conversation. Go take it up with Name Deleted.

Ken G
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One last one from the Troll:

Dont take it personal. Good luck with what you do. We ask before we act. Which is the courtesy you were given. I could see if you got your name blasted as being this turds buddy before anyone came to you but you got asked a question…relax

And with that, blocked, deleted, marked on Facebook as spam, goodbye.

I’m Sorry, Are You Threatening Me?

You wake up early in the morning, suck down some coffee and make an effort to make some kind of decisions that will affect the outcome of your day. Going to work is out of the question. Snow storm from hell is being predicted and experience says that spending three or more hours trying to get home from work isn’t worth it.

You check your email. There’s a Facebook message for you from someone you never heard of.

Someone that Likes your Facebook page said something that this guy doesn’t like. Now it’s your problem. You’re being threatened with economic harm by him and apparently his hoard of followers if you don’t do something about this. This thing you have no clue about.

I also read it as saying… you do what I say, you tow my line, or I will reign economic harm down upon you.

I’m sorry, but I don’t take well to threats.

I learned that from my dad. Always stand up to the bullies and the assholes and never let them win. Easy for him to say and do. He was a high school boxing champ, Army vet, a life long roofer and almost six feet tall. To this day, even though he can barely walk, there’s something in his face that says “don’t fuck with me.”

The only thing I have in common with him is that look and his attitude. I’m amazed at times that I’m not dead already.

For all the banter about building your brand on blogs and social media like Facebook, my experience over the past 20 years or more of being on forums and early types of social media have proven to me that they are primarily occupied by trolls. As entertaining as screwing with trolls may be, it loses something after the millionth time. My blog is my own entertainment, Facebook is just another outlet for nonsense. If you think of it as anything more than that, you need to shut your computer off more often and go out for a walk. It will be time much better spent.

But really, threatening me? Poor stupid you. Did you actually think that would get you anywhere?

I’ve taken out the names and the links involved, they’re not important. Pretty much like this whole conversation that came out of nowhere. Since I started typing this, I got a response. Further proof to me that human beings are basically clueless.

I did like how I dealt with this though. I think if more dealt with the trolls this way, the trolls might start to think twice about leaving dumbass comments since they get nowhere fast.

But then, they are trolls. They simply don’t know any better.

From the troll:

Just curious, is this guy an employee of yours? Name Deleted? If you will read his comments regarding the photograph of the injured veteran, I think you will understand why myself and other veterans are looking to ensure that no business goes in any direction tied into this person. He’s got your farm listed on his likes. If this is the kind of behavior you want to be associated with, we’d like to make sure you don’t gain any business from people who served, are related to those who serve or have any interest in those who serve our country. Thank you.

Here’s the photograph and his comments. You can click the photo itself and see him calling the injured soldier an idiot and worse.
________

Troll,

For starters, I don’t have a business. I write about the outdoors in the Fox Valley outside Chicago and that’s about it. I’ve been doing that for around 15 years now, have made virtually nothing off of it and do it because I enjoy it.

I’ll agree that what Name Deleted said is pretty stupid. Would never dawn on me to say something like that. I’ve also never met Name Deleted along with most of the other 140 or so others that Like my Waterdog Journal page.

I do know that those that Like my page run the gamut of the political spectrum from flaming liberals to staunch conservatives. They’re political stances mean nothing to me. Do they like to fish? Hunt? Wander around in the outdoors and do whatever they can to protect our natural resources? If so, then I’m glad they read what I write.

I have no interest in wandering around the internet monitoring anything they may have to say about whatever they believe no matter how stupid it may sound. If you wouldn’t have sent this to me, I would have never known about it, which is fine by me. He has the right to go say whatever stupid stuff he wants.

It would also never occur to me to censure someone for whatever their stupid beliefs are. It also would never occur to me to threaten and basically try to blackmail someone into towing the line on these beliefs. If I were a business and I were making money off what I do, I’d be pretty pissed off that someone was threatening me with the possibility of economic harm all based on comments made by someone I’ve never met.

Do I think what he said is stupid? Yes.

Do I agree with his stupidity? No.

Am I pretty pissed off about someone contacting me telling me I should censure someone that Likes by Facebook Page and that if I don’t they’ll somehow cause me economic harm?

You can damn well bet I’m pissed off as hell about it.

Thanks.

Ken G
_______

Response from the troll:

I’m pretty sure you are just about as pissed off as I am about what he says. While you have the luxury of making money off of people regardless of their beliefs agreeing with you or not, our commitment tends to be quite a bit more true to one another.
________

You missed the part where I make no money off what I do. I’m kind of done with this conversation. Go take it up with Name Deleted.

Ken G
______

One last one from the Troll:

Dont take it personal. Good luck with what you do. We ask before we act. Which is the courtesy you were given. I could see if you got your name blasted as being this turds buddy before anyone came to you but you got asked a question…relax

And with that, blocked, deleted, marked on Facebook as spam, goodbye.

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View from the Porch – Time for a Change, Spring and a Job

Don’t even try talking to me before I’ve sucked down a couple of cups of coffee. Coffee must be sucked down while I’m out on the front porch, with a cheap cigar.
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By 6:30 this morning, all four of the bald eagles had drifted up the river to their sitting spot below my house. This woke up the geese and ducks and got the crows all worked up, like usual.

Unidentified song birds were heard and more were already raiding the neighborhood feeders. A small swift predator bird slashed through the trees. No squirrels yet, but the mother/child feral cats my wife has been feeding and are living under our deck came out for their morning breakfast. They are infinitely curious about the other animals that walk in and out of the back door and it’s just a matter of time before they come in to check it out, I think.

And this will be the last time I mention any of this on a weekday.

Last week I applied for a job, starts out freelance with the conversion to full time if I’m liked. Being liked is a given.

One of the reasons I haven’t written down anything this past week is because my head-hunter, as much as I like her, committed a grave mistake.

For nearly 20 of the 30 years I’ve been in the graphic arts industry I’ve been a freelancer. When you’ve freelanced for this long and have pitched as many jobs as I have, when you pitch a job you want a very simple answer. Yes you got it, no you didn’t. Hoping on the front end and dwelling on the back end amounts to nothing. You learn not to do either. If you get it great, if not, on to the next one.

Three times in the last week my head-hunter contacted me to let me know “things are looking good,” “you’re still in the running,” “she’s leaning toward you.”

Stop it, stop it, stop it, either yes or no, skip the updates.

Out of the ordinary, this got me dwelling on the job to the point where it became difficult to concentrate on much else. The reason for that is because the last three years lining up work has been a bitch. It’s been a bitch for one reason alone, I’m 57 years old and nobody hires 57 year old men for shit. Plenty of minimum wage part time jobs out there for us, but that’s pretty much it.

I can already hear the rumbling, that’s not true, you haven’t tried hard enough, you need to go back and retrain… if that’s what you’re rumbling about it only tells me this, you don’t know or never talk to guys my age.

I was lucky to interview with the woman in charge of the graphics department. The lucky part was that she appeared to be in her late 40′s. There’s nothing more frustrating than having to interview with someone that could be your kid. You know you are completely wasting your time.

Towards the end of the interview she asked why I would consider giving up a long freelance career and take a full time job. I told her how freelancing has changed, that it’s next to impossible to get to anyone without going through a head-hunter. I told her how I’ve had three head-hunters in the last three years tell me that I’m too old for the graphics industry and I should find something else to do, they won’t even submit my resume.

I told her how one head-hunter looked through my portfolio and said, “based on your portfolio, there’s no reason in the world why you shouldn’t be working.” Then she read my resume and said, “you have to dumb down your resume.”

The woman I was interviewing with looked stunned, “so you’re telling me that if this job ever goes away, I’m effectively screwed?”

“Well, yeah, pretty much,” I told her.

I think that last conversation with her is why I got a phone call on Thursday letting me know I got the job.

I have noticed that there is a certain attitude appearing amongst those that are older and doing the hiring. A real “fuck the kids” attitude has appeared. At a freelance job I did last year I mentioned to the supervisor that the handful of freelancers brought in for the project averaged 50 years old. “I don’t hire kids,” I was told, “they don’t know shit, won’t get off their damn phones and whine too much.”

Bravo, bravo I say. A shame there aren’t more that age around doing the hiring.

So here it is, meteorological spring, signifying change. Soon green things will be sprouting out of the ground, fish will be moving on the river and creeks and I’ll be out there finding both.

The new job starts on Monday. If it does wind up full-time, that would be the first full-time job I’ve had since 1995. Talk about change, but it will be nice to let someone else deal with my taxes, pay for most of my health insurance and finally the self-employment punishment tax will be gone.

But the best part, aside from working for what appears to be a pretty outstanding company, is that the day ends at 4:30 PM. To get home I have to drive over three rivers. All hold fish worthy of pursuing. The last three hours of daylight during the warmer months is my favorite time to be out fishing.

Maybe I’ll just change the name of what I tried to do with this.

View from the River — has a nice ring to it.