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<title>It was an understandable mistake............... (reply)</title>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Regular use of Minnesota Anti-freeze has been known to cause such disorientation. A case of Dark Grain Belt Beer and a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps are pretty much SOP for snowmobiling [how you got to the lake], fishing [the cover story for going to the lake] and the telling of extensive all-night entertaining lies [the real reason for being at the lake]. </p>
<p>A diner breakfast of massive amounts of fried food and a gallon of coffee strong enough to dissolve anything but ceramic mugs, will have him headed up Nort' in no time at all.</p>
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<pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2012 14:09:34 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>John Meeker</dc:creator>
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<title>OT: 'The Stanley Hic-Cup Of Ice Fishing'</title>
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<p><span style="color:#600;">A man wakes up early one morning to go ice fishing. He dresses warmly,<br />
heads out onto the ice with his tent, his ice auger, his fishing rods, and<br />
his sittin’ bucket, and begins to auger a hole in the ice.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#600;">After a few seconds drilling, a <strong>LOUD</strong>, booming voice from above intones,<br />
<em>“THERE  ARE  NO  FISH  UNDER  THE  ICE!”</em></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#600;">Startled, the man looks around, but sees no one, and resumes 'operations'...</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#600;"><em>Again</em>, the voice thunders, <em>“THERE  ARE  NO  FISH  UNDER  THE  ICE  HERE!”</em></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#600;">Disoriented but undeterred, the man packs up his gear, moves about<br />
twenty paces <em>North-by-Northwest</em>, and begins augering anew...</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#600;"><em>“THERE  ARE  NO  FISH  UNDER  THE  ICE  THERE,  EITHER!”</em></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#600;">Finally, the man looks upwards and says, <em>“God, is that You?”</em></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#600;"><em>“NO,  IT’S  THE  OWNER  OF  THE HOCKEY RINK!!!”</em></span></p>
<p><img src="https://sixshootercommunity.com/forum/images/smilies/biggrin.png" alt=":-D" /></p>
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<pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2012 02:43:42 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>FOG</dc:creator>
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