Milt Smelt, Chronicler of the American Huntsman

"Cagey" . . . I get it! It only took all day, but I finally got it.

They get cagey like that, the old ones.

that Milt Smelt's blog, Old Fashioned HooknBullet Wisdom, is not long for this world. Clearly, this rumor concerns us, his biggest fans.

Milt, we implore you to save HooknBullet if you possibly can. We pledge our effort and commitment to assisting with the blog's overhaul. As the primary venue for promulgating the Word about the greatness that is Milt Smelt, we feel very strongly that any withdrawal from the blog scene could have severe and unanticipated consequences. Just think of the markets, Milt. Banks could fail, buildings topple, children could starve . . . so please, reconsider. If you want help with the blog, just ask for it. we're all in this together.

Well, I see over at the blog dedicated to the greatness that is Canadian haiku they're welcoming some fresh talent. Who the heck is this Skip Rock feller? time will tell if he's just another one of those overrated flash-in-the-pan haiku one-hit-wonders, or if he's really got the sticking power of gum under an all-night diner's table.

With any luck we'll get more details once Mr. Rock fills out more of his blogger.com profile. So far he ain't giving us much to go on.

Well, it's interesting anyway to see the spinoffs of this here great blog of ours. I'll be reading Canadian haiku regularly to see what the boys come up with.

The blogging brethren know that I dabble in and am an admirer of fine haiku, fishing-related or otherwise. Here is an utterly fine haiku from Jack Kerouac.

well it's Sunday again and the boys at the other blog have had some kind of week. I notice that the Penn State perfesser got hisself on the radio. Only one question: what the heck is rural socialogy? sounds like a barn dance or somethin'.

Over at Milt's blog there is talk of some restructuring goin' on. Keen observers of the greatness that is Milt Smelt are eager to be kept informed about the direction ol' Milt is takin' the blog. Many of us in the sporting blog world appreciate what Milt's been tryin' to do over there, but we agree (I know Frank Snappy feels this way too) that Milt's talents do indeed include the fishingcomical as well as the fishingtackle. sort of like he needs more Costello to go with his Abbot. more Shemp to go with his Moe. More yin and yang to go with his Yuengling. (what the heck was he drinking that one day? shing toe or shing tao or some such ting. Hey bub, you ever heard of Budweiser?)

Anyway, regardless of Milt's taste in beers, we stand 100% behind Milt with whatever decision he makes about the editorial content of this blog, or any other future blogs he undertakes for that matter. After all, this is a blog dedicated to the greatness that is Milt Smelt. Anything he touches is gold. well, all except fer Gordie's crap in the backyard . . . (although I bet old Milt gazes lovingly upon his puppy's poop with all the lust of King Midas in the coin room. Sometimes I do think that ol' Milt dolts on that young dogge a mite much. Now if the pup were a setter, well, it'd be a bit more understandable. but don't get me started on that!)

So all in all we're eager to see what Milt's next moves are. Milt, we just want to tell you: we love you, we're proud of you, and any direction you take that blog or yours will be the right direction indeed. You're great, we're dedicated to your greatness, and we're here to help if only to provide sycophantic cheerleading in the blog background. It's in the interst of this blog that you succeed at your mighty task.