Wednesday, November 18, 2015

You Get a Line and I'll Get a Pole, Honey

Careful there! Move back from the edge of your seat! We don't need anybody requiring the cork from the moonshine jug passed under his nose after a gawking accident.

Now, the grand unveiling, a glimpse into the recently-decorated interior of the Fishing Lair:


Yes, it was formerly going to be the bottle shop. But Hick decided he didn't want to haul all of his bottles over there from the BARn. So he took a dozen or so fishing poles off the nails hammered into the studs of the garage wall right beside my pathway from T-Hoe's door to the garage people-door. Nails which, I might add, have ripped my flesh on more than one occasion, though I only asked my doctor for a tetanus shot ONCE.

Let's see what we have going on here. Of course the fishing poles are on the right. That bright orange one may be some kind of childhood Snoopy pole that belonged to Genius. Let the record show that these poles may or may not have dried worm skin still attached to their active hooks. You'd think Hick and Val were human octopi, or a couple of those Hindu deities, what with so many fishing poles per person.

On the rear wall is an old medicine cabinet which I've seen somewhere around here, though not in a bathroom. Not sure what's inside. Kind of afraid to open the doors. I'm guessing those candy/cookie dispenser/containers are full of bobbers. I see a plethora of stringers. A basket for stashing your catch. Some glass-framed lures. A ceramic bear in blue jeans and a hat (I don't know why), some framed butterflies and whatnot from the auction, and a wooden canoe (not suitable for going up any creek without a paddle).

On the left is not a big pickle jar, but a minnow trap. More later on that. The top shelf holds odds and ends of fishy treasure. And there's a stringer of three carved wooden fish that Hick got me for a present. I also have a carved wooden life-size scaly largemouth bass, but one of the boys knocked it off a shelf and broke the tail, which Hick glued back on. However, he must have forgotten that it's in the master bathroom on a shelf over the big corner tub.

The shiny electric-blue table/shelf? You got me. Maybe it's for cleaning your catch. Or pulling up an upended log and sitting down to feast on a Captain D's Captain's Fish Sandwich.

Here's a closeup of that minnow trap:


The minnows check in, but they can't check out! My grandpa used to have a light-green tinted one, more streamlined, that we put crumbled crackers in to attract the minnows. This one Hick bought from a guy in town for $50 because it's old. It still looks like a pickle jar to me.

So there you have it. The newest shanty in Hicksville.

Coming Soon: the next building project. Not that Hick has anything in mind. But with the Fishing Lair finished, can a new structure be far behind?

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    1. We used to, before Genius and The Pony, with Hick's older boys. We even had a little pontoon boat. And on a day off work, I would pack a cooler with Diet Mountain Dew cans and sit on the bank of a big pond, catching grasshoppers to bait my hook.

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  2. Is Hick trying to set a record for the most outbuildings on one property? Perhaps THAT is how you guys will make your after-retirement money, after being awarded a page in the Guinness World Book of Records?

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    1. With Hick, it's not the outbuilding, but the BUILDING. Doesn't matter how many he has, he only knows that when one is not in progress, he needs to start over.

      If there's no money in it, we still have our nest egg retirement rocks down behind the house.

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  3. Am I the only one wondering how he got those fishing poles in the holes? I don't see any slots. Actually, I like this fishing shack and truthfully if he went to Minnesota, he could sell these, and probably hit enough auctions to furnish them.

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    1. Hick held them at an angle, poked their ends up through the hole, and then set the handle down in a little depression he made in the bottom board. As opposed to the little depression in my mind that the thought of so many sheds gives me.

      I'll tell him the Minnesota idea. That may change his mind from wanting me to buy him a ranch in Montana when I win the lottery.

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  4. Is Hick's barber shop up & running?

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    1. Hick's Little Barbershop of Horrors is up. But he has not yet applied to the beauty college to get his haircutting license. So it isn't running.

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  5. Hick is such a creative decorator! He could star in his own Extreme Shed Makeover show. Or how about "Dress my Mess" staring Hick. The dried worms on old hooks is so essential. DH has his very own collection in our basement.

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    1. Maybe Hick could get a job as a shed stager. Turn the Tiny House movement on its ear, and start a Superfluous Shed movement. Or maybe find a way to purify those dried worms, and make a snack food out of them. Sriracha, ranch, teriyaki, jalapeno, nacho cheese...crunchy and full of protein!

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  6. Count your blessings! At least he is organized. We probably have that many fishing rods, but ours are in various states of ill repair and all over the place. I wouldn't mind it at all if He Who would build something, instead of stuffing his "barn" to overflow and not know where anything is.

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    1. I must admit, they were organized, even laying horizontally on their flesh-ripping nails along the garage wall.

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