Thursday, January 31, 2008

Taking It To The House

© By Albert A Rasch

"A September 2007 survey conducted by the Civil Society Institute found that 65% of Americans oppose the Bush Administration's proposal "to ease environmental regulations to permit wider use of 'mountain top removal' coal mining in the U.S." The study also found that 74% Americans are opposed to the expansion of MTR coal mining in general, and that 90% of Americans agree that more mining should be permitted only after the United States government has assessed its impacts on safety and the environment."

Several months ago I read a National Geographic article on the brutal practice of “mountain top removal.” I was in turns appalled and furious, to think that we would allow our own shortsightedness and greed to destroy such ecosystems as exist in the Appalachia. Showing it to my wife who read it immediately, and then our children, you could see the pain on their faces; it was almost palpable. But as with so many things, the article was soon forgotten in our everyday struggles. I wonder how many cubic yards of Appalachian Mountains have been leveled, and how many valleys filled with debris, from when I read the article until this morning.

Fast forward to yesterday. Because of Kristine’s indefatigable efforts at promoting the outdoors for everyone to use, and her astute and prescient foresight in making the Outdoor Bloggers Summit a reality, we now have a clearing house where information can be disseminated and shared. Kristine brought to our collective attention a request by Denny of The Backwoods Drifter to take a look at what was happening in his neck of the woods, so to speak.

If you have never seen mountaintop removal, you will be aghast at the level of destruction wrought by man and machines. To think that whole topographic structures are removed from the face of this earth, is almost unfathomable. But don’t take my word for it, see it here, and here, and especially the high resolution photos here.

I found the following at the ILoveMountains website. In order to simplify it for everyone I have reproduced it here. Please follow the directions below and forward this to your Representative.

Honorable (insert name)

I am writing to ask you to become a co-sponsor of the Clean Water Protection Act, H.R. 2169. This bill is critical for protecting the nation’s waters from being polluted and buried by waste created during mountaintop removal coal mining. Mountaintop removal mining involves clear-cutting native hardwood forests, blowing up entire mountaintops, and dumping millions of tons of debris into nearby streams in order to get at coal seams that lie deep beneath the surface. Already, more than 1,000 miles of Appalachian streams have been destroyed by mountaintop removal mining operations.

For 25 years, the Clean Water Act (CWA) allowed for the granting of permits to place “fill material” into waters of the United States, provided that the primary purpose of the “filling” was not for waste disposal. As such, the CWA prohibited mountaintop removal operations from using the nation’s waterways as waste disposal sites. That changed in 2002, when the Army Corps of Engineers, under the direction of the Bush administration and without congressional approval, altered its longstanding definition of “fill material” to include mining waste. This change accelerated the devastating practice of mountaintop removal coal mining and the destruction of more than 1,000 miles of Appalachian streams.

To stop this devastation of the nation’s waterways, Representatives Frank Pallone and Christopher Shays have introduced the Clean Water Protection Act—a simple piece of legislation that restores the original intent of the Clean Water Act to clarify that fill material cannot be comprised of mining waste.

Passing this legislation would protect all the nation’s rivers, streams, and lakes from being used as garbage dumps for mining waste. It would also help end the destruction of the Appalachian Mountains, home to our nation’s most diverse forests and streams, the headwaters of the drinking water supply of many eastern cities, and a unique and valuable American culture that has endured for generations.

Please join scores of other representatives who have sponsored the Clean Water Protection Act. Thank you for your attention to this important issue.

Sincerely,
(Insert your name)

The following is probably the format I will be using when we are making our cases to our government. If someone has any suggestions as to how this can be done more efficiently, I’m all ears.

Open another tab and come back to this page. This will allow you to jump back and forth between this page and the others, making all the cutting pasting easier.

Find your nine digit zip code at the USPS Zip Code+4 finder. Cut and paste it to the Congressional Locator. This will give you your representative’s webpage. Now find his e-mail page and while you are at it, add it to your “favorites.” I use that term in its computer jargon sense.

Now cut and paste the above request to the message section of the form, adding a short personal note to the end. You can say you are a registered voter, or that you are writing on behalf of your children, or whatever you feel personalizes it. I don’t think they really read any of it; the aids just keep a score card. But if they see it’s the people that actually vote, then they might take it more seriously… maybe.

Fill out the rest of the form. I set up a separate e-mail account just for The Rasch Outdoor Chronicles so that’s the one I used. Then press the Send button.

That should do it. I actually printed the request and I am in the process of putting together a short note that directs anyone who is interested in the issue to this page so that they too can put in their note to the House of Representatives. As soon as I format it and make it look good, I’ll post it here also. I'll leave a few printed versions at my local sporting goods store, and hand some out to my friends. If we all did that, we could probably multiply our efforts a hundred-fold!

Please, if you take the time to forward the note to your Representative in congress, leave me a note. As long or short as you like, just so I can personally thank you on your site. And keep you in mind for the next project!

Again, thanks for taking the time and helping out our fellow sportsmen, and the citizens of our Nation.

Regards,

Albert A Rasch

The Hunt Continues...

Blogging for Appalachia

© 2008, 2009, 2010 Albert A Rasch and
The Rasch Outdoor Chronicles
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© By Albert A Rasch
"At current rates, mountaintop removal will mine over 1.4 million acres (5,700 km²) by 2010,[7], an amount of land area that exceeds that of the state of Delaware."

If you haven't seen it at the Outdoor Bloggers Summit then make a note of the following. Denny of the Backwoods Drifter has put together an blog that covers the horrendous practice of removing whole mountains to access the coal. The practice does incredible damage to the environment, to say nothing of the loss of quality of life for the people of the Appalachia and the Nation as a whole.

Blogging for Appalachia

Use the Political Survival Links to the left to voice your opinion on this to your Legislative representatives.

I'll be writing more about this over the weekend. Look for a cut and paste letter to send to your legislative representatives!

Best Regards,
Albert A Rasch
Member: Kandahar Tent Club
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...


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Albert Rasch,HunterThough he spends most of his time writing and keeping the world safe for democracy, Albert was actually a student of biology. Really. But after a stint as a lab tech performing repetitious and mind-numbing processes that a trained capuchin monkey could do better, he never returned to the field. Rather he became a bartender. As he once said, "Hell, I was feeding mice all sorts of concoctions. At the club I did the same thing; except I got paid a lot better, and the rats where bigger." He has followed the science of QDM for many years, and fancies himself an aficionado. If you have any questions, or just want to get more information, reach him via TheRaschOutdoorChronicles(at)MSN(dot)com.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Contacting Those Miserable Curs...

© By Albert A Rasch


I really would like to avoid any politicizing on my blog. It’s a no win for a writer unless that’s his or her thing. I’m all about my family, hunting, fishing, and outdoorsy stuff. The more likely I can lose an eye the better I’ll like it. I won’t write about the Presidential elections (Anyone but Hillary Rodham Clinton), nor the state of the economy. (Fine. It’s just a normal correction; happens every nine to twelve years.) Definitely don’t ask me about whom I think should be allowed to vote. (Don’t worry Kristine and Holly, you guys are safe! Dumbasses, on the other hand…)

But after reading Kristine’s article and Othmar’s commentary, I had to hang my head and come to the realization that I too, was too much a talker and not enough a doer. Oh, before I go too far with this mea culpa, I have on an occasion or two voiced my displeasure with my elected officials, but not frequently or stridently enough.

Othmar states it clearly enough, everyone else that is formed against us is very well organized. Outdoorsmen aren’t. I would like to think that we are in the mold of Daniel Boone, Capts. Lewis and Clark, General Lee, Teddy Roosevelt, Patton, all the rugged individualists that made this nation great. But this is a situation that requires a concerted and continuous effort; an effort where only the most tireless and dedicated can hope to win, where friends and associates can make the difference. I therefore resolved to do my part to assist.

You will find that I have located the email communications system for both the House of Representatives, and the Senate. Both of them are relatively easy to use; the House requiring you to have the nine digit zip code for your home. So rip it off some piece of junk mail and tape it to your computer.

You will also find the links to organizations that keep track of legislative affairs that are of importance to the outdoor enthusiast.

Something that I will be doing is making an effort to communicate these issues everyone that I come in contact with via The Rasch Outdoor Chronicles, and Outdoor Blogger Summit. Furthermore I will try to supply a properly worded document that anyone can cut and paste onto there own response when emailing the legislature. You can change it anyway you want to suit your own style. But the convenience of having a pre-written note might be helpful to some. And its not like the aids really read what you write, they just look to see if you are for or against.


Click on the links and it will take you right to a simple to use menu that will get you to your appropriate legislative persons.

US Sportsmen's Alliance
is an organization promoting outdoor enthusiasts' rights. In their own words:

"The USSA meets and defeats anti's attacks against big game hunting, bowhunting, hunting with hounds, trapping and other aspects of the outdoor heritage."

US Sportsmen's Alliance also has a "Bill Tracker" which allows you to pull up any bill in Congress or your home state that involves issues relating to outdoor activities.

I will continue to update this post as more information comes up. If you have a good link let me know about it.

I would like to encourage everyone to read Othmar's editorial. "
Get Active in the Protection of our Rights." As usual, Mr. V gets it right and gives good advice to boot. While you are there, read his archives as there is a wealth of information in them!

On the Outdoor Bloggers Summit, Kristine's piece, Speak Up and Speak Out covers much the same territory, and was what initially put me on this path.

You will notice that right above the Outdoor Bloggers Summit tag, I now have Sportsmen's Political Survival Links. You will eventually find all the sites I find posted there. Please feel free to copy them and use them in your own blogs and websites.

BTW I was perusing NorCalCazadoras' blog and bumped into this post. Let's not be the one that decides who should or shouldn't be out there hunting, fishing, biking or whatever. We are all in this together. If you feel differently, then do your own thing, but don't denigrate someone else for sharing your passion. It's near the end of her post.

Regards,
Albert A Rasch
The Hunt Continues...

Shooting and Shooting Well

"Gun Control is Having a Good Sight Picture"

One thing I have noticed on my frequent rounds of the shooting range is the vast numbers of people that never leave the comfort of the bench, whose rifles never leave the sandbags, and whose skill never increases. By the way, how many rounds does it take to sight in that rifle?

The best thing I ever did, was to shoot several hundred rounds of twenty-two ammunition offhand at a spinner one afternoon many years ago.

It all started with a Columbian Mauser converted by the Israelis to 7.62 x 52 NATO (308 Winchester). First real rifle I ever bought. Steal butt plate, lousy stock design, guaranteed to jar your teeth loose. In those days I didn’t even break 145 lbs. To top it all off I bought several boxes of Musgrave ammo. Great stuff that ammo. Made in the Republic of South Africa, the rounds have heavy for caliber bullets of course. Long round nosed soft-points jammed up tight against the rifling. Pull that trigger get kicked by a mule. With shoes.

So needless to say I also learned to flinch. The anticipation was almost as bad. I even flinched subconsciously when I pulled the trigger of my airgun. As I got older I knew I was a flincher but didn’t know how to overcome it. I could will myself to stillness, but I either pulled the trigger, or momentarily closed my eyes.

One fine weekend, I was at a paintball tournament, and we were going through CO2 cartridges like mad with paintballs flying like mayflies at a hatch. For one reason or another I realized that I wasn’t flinching when I pulled the trigger. I paused in wonder, and immediately got hit by about eight paint balls. In those days you only had orange so I looked, well, orange.

After consideration, I figured that I was mentally occupied with the game at hand, and did not anticipate the recoil because first of all there was so little to contend with, and secondly I was focused on the target or targets. I went home to experiment. I bought a couple of bricks of 22LR, an extra magazine for the Ruger 10/22, and a spinner target with a one inch target. My Ruger has a Volkstrum trigger that I bought through Brownells and is the only modification I have made to it.

I set it all up with a good backstop at 25 yards.

I stood there shooting round after round. One eye open, both eyes open, different presentation angles, and different start positions. At first I concentrated on not flinching. Good sight picture, breathe control, and squeeze that trigger. Then I just relaxed. I was comfortable. As the afternoon wore on, I was shooting without really thinking, I was becoming instinctive in my targeting. I could focus on the target; the surroundings, the wind, and everything else became extraneous to me. The sighting became automatic and the spinner clanged with monotonous regularity. 99% on target. I moved out to fifty yards. The interesting thing was that once again the spinner never really stopped moving. 90% on target. Now I was cocky. Out to a hundred yards. At that distance I might have hit it 3 or 4 out of ten times. That’s offhand, at a one inch target, with a scope set at 1.5X. Not bad with a factory barrel Ruger10/22.

I went straight for my Weatherby 30/06. I really like my Weatherby, with its oiled walnut stock, and its Leupold scope. With 180 grain Swift A-Frames, and me doing my part, it will keep five rounds inside an inch and a half at a hundred meters. That’s more than good enough for me. I’m told that it will do minute of angle with 150’s but I prefer heavier bullets for hunting. In this case though, and in the name of economy, I used some budget 150’s for practice. I burned a hundred round of PMC ammo, (with a half dozen cleanings in between), mostly offhand, at a variety of targets and ranges. Now I can confidently state that if I decide to shoot at something with a properly sighted rifle, I will hit it where I aim. The flinch is gone.

When it was time to teach my wife to shoot with her S&W 908, I bought a case of ammo, and three extra magazines. When we went to the range, I brought my bull barreled Mark II, two magazines, a brick of .22 ammo, and the Smith and Wesson. We fired the Ruger until she was warmed up and comfortable shooting. Cristal is an old hand with the Mark II, having one of her own before I even met her. Anything that comes within her sights is apt to be ventilated, so I would think twice before challenging her to a gunfight.

The S&W is a nicely made compact 9mm. I am not a fan of the 9mm and my personal self defense gun is a Colt 1911 in 45 auto. But she needed a compact firearm with good capacity, and the 908 fit the bill. At the range, I filled up the four mags, and told her to point it down range and fire one round every two to three seconds until the slide locked. Drop the empty magazine, put another one in, and do it again; and again, until she went through all four magazines. By the third magazine she was in control of the weapon, and by the end of the session later that day, my thumb was raw from shoving 9mm rounds into the mags, and she was making two inch holes in the cardboard backing of the targets at 21 feet, just because she could.

(Update: As much as Cristal loves the fit and comfort of the S&W, I should have bought a Colt for her instead. Something has gone wrong with the Smith. The slide refuses to budge. The weapon does not have a round in the chamber, thankfully, and the only clue I have is that the extractor is not flush with the slide. What happened previous to the slide locking up is unknown. My darling loaned it to my father in law, and that is how it came back…

I am going to remove the grips tonight and see if I can garner any more information. I downloaded the manual from the S&W website, maybe there are some clues in there.)

When it came time to teach the kids, I was ready. I bought us all matching Daisy Red Ryder BB Guns! A couple dozen pop cans strewn about the yard constituted our targets. After a short but very serious lecture and demonstration on gun safety, we proceeded to ventilate as many cans as possible. Several thousand BBs later, everyone was making the cans dance all across the yard.

Then it was to the bench with the Ruger 10/22. Once again the focus was on safety and overall gun control. Proper gun handlings, sight picture, breathe control, and squeezing the trigger, was the order of the day. The key was a relaxed but purposeful attitude and a controlled discharge of the weapon. Both the boys did an excellent job of it.

After several weeks of shooting the Ruger, I pulled out the old 308 and another Ruger, a 77/22 in 22 Hornet. The 308 went to the older one, while the younger was assigned the Hornet.

By now I had pseudo-sporterized the old Mauser. Gone was the steel butt plate, replaced with a proper pad. The stock had been reshaped to more pleasing lines (sorta…), and a sling installed. I left the original iron sights on it. They are rugged and accurate enough for the kind of hunting I do. A box of 150gr pointed soft points rounded out the ensemble.

We headed out back to our shooting range and set up at the fifty yard line. I had a bag of soda cans with me to liven the exercise up. The boys stapled the cardboard target backers up, while I set up a few cans on stumps. Back at the bench Blake took up position first. I asked him to fire one fouling shot at the target and then we would continue. He had no problem, hitting within an inch of his point of aim. I then changed it up a bit, I asked him to shoot at the bottom of two cans that were stacked one upon the other. What he didn’t know is that I had put two full cans there. When he pulled the trigger, the impact and subsequent disintegration of the hollow pointed 45gr bullet, not only blew the bottom can to smithereens, but also ruptured and exploded the top one. I can’t think of a better display of the destructive power of a firearm.

That demonstration drives home the lethality of any high speed projectile. The same can be done with a milk jug filled with water to which some red dye has been added.

Properly awed I set the two down to business. Both of them put a dozen rounds of 22 Hornet down range without any issues. Again we concentrated on proper form, target acquisition, sight picture, and trigger control.

By the time we ready for the Mauser, I was concerned that the switch from the Hornet to the .308 would be dramatic. I was wrong. The boys, other than remarking that it “kicked a little more,” continued to put round after round down the range, hitting their assigned targets with monotonous regularity. Both were shooting offhand and doing a much better job of it than I ever did. Just to be sure, I occasionally mixed in a spent round while helping them load their rifles. Not once was there any noticeable flinch, twitch, or extraneous movement on their part.

The lesson here is to use a firearm that you know you can control and that you are not afraid of! Any rimfire is a good choice along with a brick of ammo. Proper form and safe gun handling habits are easily reinforced by using the relatively quiet and basically recoilless guns to solidify them. A move to a mid level gun that a good physical fit for the shooter is also important. From there its just a matter of regular practice to stay fit and on target.

There is one thing that I do each and every time before I go out. The day before, I take out the Ruger 10/22 and shoot several magazines in all the field positions, sitting, kneeling, and mostly offhand. I have never shot a single head of game without a rest, but the confidence of being able to do so makes me a better hunter.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Foray for Flounders

© by Albert A Rasch

I swear that dolphin winked at me as it flipped that fish around and swallowed it!


Well, “The Boo” and company went fishing again.

Quite frankly, I was cranky and in a bad mood. I could teach a cape buffalo a thing or two about foul temper. My hip felt like someone had driven a 24 penny spike through it, my ankle was stiff as sun dried raw hide, and carrying the cooler didn’t lighten my spirits much. It was late and I’m not a big fan of doing much of anything once I get home from work, unless it’s my idea, and even then it’s a toss up if I’m going to do it or not. But I had promised to take everyone out, and for better or worse here I was.

The Boo had brought his friend Ethan with him. We are very lucky that Bubby has great taste in friends. Ethan is a model child, well bred, good manners, well spoken, just a pleasure to have around. Even sweeps and cleans around our house while he’s waiting for whatever activity is scheduled next! He loves coming to our home; as y’all know we live on ten acres with horses, ducks, cats and dogs. There’s enough mud and dirt to keep an army of kids occupied. Paintball guns, (Which, believe it or not, I don’t really approve of.) bows and arrows, knives, sharpened sticks, rusty pieces of metal, ropes and all sorts of dangerous stuff, make it a kid’s paradise. At least the majority of the neighborhood kids think so.

Ethan lives in a spacious home in a lovely subdivision, with manicured lawns, a beautiful swimming pool with a Jacuzzi hot tub, and asphalt roads to ride his bicycle on. Even though the homes are twelve feet apart, the neighbors barely know each others; unless it’s to gossip about someone else. Oh, and I almost forgot, there was this really adorable kidnapping last year that put everyone’s nerves so on edge, that you could have snapped them with an overly loud sneeze. (Fortunately it all worked out; the kid managed to escape, and the Mexican Federales decided it was in their best interest to turn the kidnapper over to American authorities.) Its one of those neighborhoods were guns are evil – that is until you need one. Anyway, not to belabor the point, we love Ethan and he loves us.

So here we are, Mom, Dad, The Bear, Blake, and Ethan. The Bear sets up a couple of folding chairs for Mom and I, and I set the cooler between the two. Blake and Ethan start to set up the rods, while I get the bucket ready for them. After the preliminaries I sat my self down, and cracked the cooler open. Things were beginning to look up.

I am very fortunate that Cristal decided to marry me. Inside the cooler were sandwiches made with potato buns, gourmet mustard, real mayonnaise, Muenster cheese, Virginia ham, and prosciutto. A covered bowl had fresh lettuce, spinach, tomato, and avocado slices with a little bit of olive oil sprinkled on it; perfect fixings for a sandwich. Sitting in the ice was my favorite soda pop, Ironbeer, the national soda pop of pre-revolutionary Cuba. I guess things weren’t as bad as I first thought. I took a couple Tylenols and started to relax.

As I have told you before, Bubby throws a real good cast net. I can toss it a half dozen times before my shoulder starts to scream at the abuse. Blake will toss it for hours on end and complain only when I tell him to put it up. After a couple of throws, he had a couple dozen greenies in the bucket. He threw the net one more time and when he brought it up he excitedly called me over. There in his hand was a tiny little flounder! His colors were gemlike; speckles of turquoise and emerald. After a couple of pictures we ran down to the water’s edge and gently released him.

We rigged the ten pound test rigs with a half ounce egg sinker, a small bead, swivel, and a 1/0 hook. On the incoming tide this seems like the proper balance between ease of casting and holding capability. We try different methods of hooking the shiners, through the lips, dorsal front or rear, or ventral rear. Whatever seems to work best with the bite.

Ethan had the first and most exciting bite. He had tossed his greenback out and set the rod down while he ate one of the delicious sandwiches. Moments later his rod had a pretty serious bend in it. Cristal excitedly motioned to Ethan and finally blurted out, “Ethan you have a fish on!” Ethan picked up his rod and started reeling against the drag. Blake coached him immediately. “Hold your rod up! Don’t reel in against the drag! Let the rod do the work!” Who says kids don’t listen to their parents!

Blake was on the rails looking into the dark waters and excitedly called out. “He’s got a shark!” Well I figured I should mosey on down and take a look, so putting my sandwich down, I got up and made my way to the boys. A few steps later I was by their side and looking over the edge but the shark had sounded. At that moment Ethan’s line parted and he stood there, rod in hand and the line twisting in the breeze. Blake let out an, “AAaarghh...”

I thought that Ethan would be disappointed; if he was, he didn’t show it. He and Blake opened the tackle box and were re-rigging the rod.

Bubby had a rod out with a ventrally hooked greenie. After Ethan’s shark though, we had kind of lost track of it. It was the squealing drag that pulled all of our eyes to it. Ethan hollered, “Blake! Your rod!” Bubby was on it quick.

He practiced what he preached. The rod was high and he let the drag do its work. The monofilament was stretched taut and cut through the surface of the water. Before long he brought in a small flounder. Another beautiful specimen with brilliant hues of greens, browns, and blues

After that we caught a couple of lizardfish. Those are some ugly little fish. I’ll have to get you all some pics. They are all mouth, with sharp pointy teeth, and an appetite for fingers. They don’t bite hard, but they are aggressive. And they really put on a good fight for their diminutive size.

There were a few ladyfish in the mix. They’re sleek and strong, a big one will make you swear you have a jack or permit on the line. With runs like a bonefish and leaps like tarpon, they are a great sporty fish to catch. They are inedible, due to a large number of bones, but I have seen them in the market. I suppose the commercial fishermen don’t care what they pull out of the oceans as long as someone buys it. It can be pretty bad sometimes.

We had another fascinating experience at this point. Cristal had reeled in a good sized ladyfish, maybe sixteen inches long. I’m in charge of unhooking all of Mom’s fish so I grabbed it behind the pecs, and gently removed the hook. Mom gave it a good look and as we normally do, I pointed it nose down, and let it go. Mom and I were looking over the rail as the fish dropped, when out of nowhere, a large dolphin breaks the surface two or three feet from where the fish is going to hit. That ladyfish must have noticed too, because as it hit the water it thrust itself across the top of the water in a remarkable leap. It was almost too fast to follow. Somehow though, the dolphin got under it, and before we knew what happened, the ladyfish was in the dolphin’s mouth, neatly held in its toothy grin! We stared in disbelief. I turned to Cristal and said, “Did you see that!” She was as stunned as I. It was awesome. I swear that dolphin winked at me as it flipped that fish around and swallowed it!

There are usually some South East Asian families out on the pier. This evening was no exception. Invariably quiet, they mind their own business, and usually out fish everyone else. I watched them with some interest as they bucketed anything that they reeled in. From ladyfish to large grunts, they all were scaled, gutted and put in a cooler. I’m sure it all ends up in some delicious seafood dish.

As it got later the bite tapered off. We sat around and talked, or watched the skimmer birds do their thing. After a while the jaws started cracking and Mom and I decided it was time to pack up. We did everything in reverse order, and before long the three boys were sprawled over each others in the backseat, dozing off as we drove back home.

All in all it was another great evening with the family. The boys got to catch a few fish, Mom got to do what she does best, and I ended up feeling pretty good after all!