<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542</id><updated>2011-10-14T15:51:46.332-07:00</updated><category term='fishing'/><category term='flying'/><category term='works'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Godnapped</title><subtitle type='html'>"See that no one kidnaps you..." (Colossians 2:8)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-1686635188083167528</id><published>2011-08-14T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:51:46.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roger Flies Home on July 23, 2011</title><summary type='text'>The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, .... For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks - Matt. 6:45

Roger had a BIG heart. And Roger loved to talk. But unlike many of us who like talking about ourselves, the overflow of Roger’s heart caused him to speak of the God he loved and served and about those God placed in his life. Rarely did his speech start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/1686635188083167528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2011/08/roger-flies-home-on-july-23-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/1686635188083167528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/1686635188083167528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2011/08/roger-flies-home-on-july-23-2011.html' title='Roger Flies Home on July 23, 2011'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PgAlvaiNZjc/Tpi8eKOftBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YyB7XI5cTH0/s72-c/pilot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-7289713328677040945</id><published>2011-07-03T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:48:43.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Say Never</title><summary type='text'>     I still remember the sweaty, humid summer day in Poughkeepsie, NY. So already I geographically lost 90% of you unless you worked at IBM. It’s a town 80 miles straight up the Hudson River from Manhattan where IBM had a golf course, country club and acres of manufacturing dedicated to its

mainframe computers. However I wasn’t there to play golf or build computers but to attend a Project </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/7289713328677040945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-remember-sweaty-humid-summer-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/7289713328677040945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/7289713328677040945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-remember-sweaty-humid-summer-day.html' title='Never Say Never'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJwbWnx1x8g/Tg5aiZSdjWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yqJT5XxuOs4/s72-c/3090.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-3170450176522887338</id><published>2010-11-28T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T19:26:07.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith of a Dog</title><summary type='text'>Pashuuuush, [pause] pashuuush, [pause] pashuuush. Strange sound, I think to myself groggily. It’s some time between when I fell asleep and when this annoying something-dragging-on-the-carpet sound awakens me. It’s still dark outside and a burglar would hardly be so obnoxious. It must be Ruby. I silently scold her. “Ruby! Lie down. Crazy dog”, believing she must be dragging some part of her body </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/3170450176522887338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2010/11/faith-of-dog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/3170450176522887338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/3170450176522887338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2010/11/faith-of-dog.html' title='Faith of a Dog'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__uBIDNuVU5o/TPMZL2Jh_5I/AAAAAAAAASM/k19pC2j3ghA/s72-c/Ruby+Tag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-1382159765575582900</id><published>2010-10-29T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:17:13.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trench Talk</title><summary type='text'>


     In an old John Wayne war movie (not really, but any reference to a war movie should include John), a company of soldiers is on a mission to “take the hill”. Progress has been slow but intentional. Gaining ground has not gone without significant loss. Best friends have been injured or even killed in battle, but the men press on with devotion to each other for the freedom they’ve grown to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/1382159765575582900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2010/10/trench-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/1382159765575582900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/1382159765575582900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2010/10/trench-talk.html' title='Trench Talk'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__uBIDNuVU5o/TMuKerS1QvI/AAAAAAAAASE/KDeyizBsasA/s72-c/Trencheswwi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-8899039452625473893</id><published>2010-09-29T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:51:09.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Thought #1 - Your Brain is Like a Sausage</title><summary type='text'>Though there are physical similarities of a sausage and your brain (some form of protein neatly packed in membrane), the real semblance is in their function. Your brain, like a sausage tube, has a certain capacity for rational and logical thinking. When your brain is filled with rational thinking, that’s the time to create life-guiding principals and decisions such as how much of a house can you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/8899039452625473893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-thought-1-your-brain-is-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/8899039452625473893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/8899039452625473893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-thought-1-your-brain-is-like.html' title='Life Thought #1 - Your Brain is Like a Sausage'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-1716910711878576229</id><published>2010-05-20T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:32:44.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet Jimmy. See Jimmy’s bruise? Jimmy plays racquetball. Jimmy is old. I want to be like Jimmy. As of this writing, Jimmy is 85 years old with a mind as quick as a whip splitting the air with a crisp snap while his body remains relatively motionless as the handle end of the same whip. Oh, he moves. His feet are just a bit more stationary than the activity going on in the tip of his head, like any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/1716910711878576229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2010/05/meet-jimmy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/1716910711878576229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/1716910711878576229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2010/05/meet-jimmy.html' title=''/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uBIDNuVU5o/S_X-la6WWAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/DxzkDNNPKQE/s72-c/Jimmy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-7498662982360006300</id><published>2009-12-16T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:56:39.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants after you, oh God." ( Ps 42:1)    Today during our weekly Exec team meeting we shared what time with the Lord practically looked like in our lives. Some read a set amount of chapters a day, some read for a set amount of time. Others read until they sense they've had an encounter with God. Fasting, praying, singing ,meditating on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/7498662982360006300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-deer-pants-for-streams-of-water-so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/7498662982360006300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/7498662982360006300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-deer-pants-for-streams-of-water-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-5900755930715906641</id><published>2009-07-26T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T11:04:16.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of my Uncle Adolf</title><summary type='text'>
It was one of those beautiful days out on Whiskeytown Lake yesterday. I was spending the morning with a couple friends catching Kokanee Salmon when my phone rang. Caller ID revealed it was my dad, so I answered with every intention of harassing him about not being out on the lake with me.
“I have some sad news Erich”.
I immediately thought something had happen to my Uncle Henry who just had the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/5900755930715906641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-memory-of-my-uncle-adolf.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/5900755930715906641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/5900755930715906641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-memory-of-my-uncle-adolf.html' title='In Memory of my Uncle Adolf'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__uBIDNuVU5o/SmyxpcIAmaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZRH7O041wQk/s72-c/DSC_0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-2798022100298679008</id><published>2009-06-22T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:04:54.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall to Wall Fun or the Mad Mixer</title><summary type='text'>             Power and stupidity make a great recipe for disaster. But don’t let me get ahead of myself.I’ve been building a wall out of cinder blocks for, oh, maybe 2 years now. Up to last week the only thing a casual by passer would notice would be a row of blocks in a ditch with rebar protruding into the air, like mini calf and ankle impalers. I would argue that the concrete holding the blocks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/2798022100298679008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2009/06/wall-to-wall-fun-or-mad-mixer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/2798022100298679008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/2798022100298679008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2009/06/wall-to-wall-fun-or-mad-mixer.html' title='Wall to Wall Fun or the Mad Mixer'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uBIDNuVU5o/Sj8POa7ktII/AAAAAAAAADw/DWof7MdkbNc/s72-c/wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-2643004688539464950</id><published>2009-05-05T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:28:56.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>When Friends Break Things (or, That Sickening SNAP Sound)</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);}  &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   false            false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/2643004688539464950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-friends-break-things-or-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/2643004688539464950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/2643004688539464950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-friends-break-things-or-that.html' title='When Friends Break Things (or, That Sickening SNAP Sound)'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uBIDNuVU5o/SgEfQ0t0e6I/AAAAAAAAACw/YHjc0Sva4W4/s72-c/IMG_3171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-2639013264479211004</id><published>2007-05-28T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:34:58.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>King of the Air</title><summary type='text'>“Do you see those two builiding to our one o’clock? Descend to a couple hundred feet and fly between them”  “Are you sure I can make it?”, I ask of my flight instructor and best friend.  “Sure, no problem. Get lower… lower”  “I don’t think we can make it Jim”, as we close at a rate of 200 knots.   Did I mention that this was my first time behind the controls of a Beechcraft King Air? Having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/2639013264479211004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2007/05/king-of-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/2639013264479211004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/2639013264479211004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2007/05/king-of-air.html' title='King of the Air'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__uBIDNuVU5o/R12c_WBFQ4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/dRN2bowFRR0/s72-c/KingAir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-99692649380128236</id><published>2007-04-01T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:15:40.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A THORN IN THE FLESH</title><summary type='text'>    Not so many years ago I experienced my first gout attack. I hate the name of the disease almost as much as the symptoms. It has the ring of some STD contracted as a result of some moral laxity, where the insinuation alone creates the wretched feeling of fingernails scraped along a chalkboard (remember those?) or biting aluminum foil with a mouth full of fillings. More often than not, caring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/99692649380128236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2007/04/thorn-in-flesh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/99692649380128236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/99692649380128236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2007/04/thorn-in-flesh.html' title='A THORN IN THE FLESH'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__uBIDNuVU5o/RhWCy_b3tGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SpGGOV_ZrpI/s72-c/Big+Toe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23957542.post-114228311050304085</id><published>2006-03-13T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:23:46.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There ain't noth'n to fish'n</title><summary type='text'>The Fishers of Men (TheFishersOfMen.net) hosted their first official bass tournament on February 25th on Shasta Lake. Since I have the reputation of fishing on the Kenai River in Alaska and not catching anything, I rationalized paying for the entry fee as a donation toward a good cause. What I couldn't rationalize was getting up at 4:15a (yes, it's still dark out) just to throw a lure in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/feeds/114228311050304085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-aint-nothn-to-fishn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/114228311050304085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23957542/posts/default/114228311050304085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichroehl.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-aint-nothn-to-fishn.html' title='There ain&apos;t noth&apos;n to fish&apos;n'/><author><name>Erich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441612408447512032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__uBIDNuVU5o/R12gMWBFQ5I/AAAAAAAAABE/rrtdu61Oh1c/s72-c/Nic+Borgwat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
