Last fall, we had a guy in the next county over and his buddy who had gotten big time into "Lantern Fishing" --- never done it myself --- ain't going to eat anything that lives in the earth's septic tank.
Anyway, I reckon the idea is you wear waders and carry one or more super-bright lights on your belt such that the light angles across the water around you; for whatever reason, this draws in the big ones like crazy.
This guy got on E-Bay and ordered up himself the latest greatest lantern-fishing light; --- you can actually search lantern-fishing light and they will come up.
His buddy, who was there, said that for just a second, the light made a keen high-pitched zinging racket and then he said it looked like one of those nuclear explosions you see in the WWII movies.
He said the report was deafening by huge degrees and his ears felt funny and rang for days.
The victim survived, just barely; but, it completely blew away his nether regions, it burned the skin and muscle from most of that side of him, including his arm and face.
He will have to squat to pee and wear one of those bags the rest of his days.
The guy with him said you could see his skull plus some of his head muscles where they were still there.
This has ruined my fascination with my super-bright LED head-light that has thus far revolutionized my night-time life.
I still wear and use the thing, but I flinch every time I turn it on.
Another guy near here got his face blown off by one of those silly vapor cigarettes.
That all being said, my wife's brother-in-law struck oil gushers on his farm, several of them that blew raw crude for days, necessitating huge catch ponds be dug to capture the oil; the fumes were so heavy in the air that the bulldozer engines and semi-truck engines would get to sucking the fumes and run wild.
They had to put limiters on the intakes to choke down the intake.
Needless to say, this was a genuine rags-to-riches Jed Clampett story; they drug off that fifty-yr-old mobile home they had raised their kids in and built a mansion; pulled those old rusty cars and trucks around behind the barn and bought brand-new shiny stuff and covered the place with big new John Deere tractors.
Then, they bored another hole --- hit salt water --- the driller guy knew a bit more than the average duck around here; and, instead of plugging the hole and calling it a loss, he sent samples to some geologist place and it tested the highest levels of Lithium they had ever seen --- needless to say, that one salt-water hole proved worth far more than all of the high-producing oil wells.
and me....., I still live in the poor house and have to squeeze my nickels til old Jefferson craps in my pocket ----- be honest, without looking, you thought it was George Washington, didn't you...
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