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Capt. Kevin Faver (St. Augustine) uses the Lasso Net!


The Lasso Net being used...


Gator Trout & Redfish Caught July 2010

Attached are some great photos of the net being used.
We really enjoyed it and it was a great help in landing some great fish!
The fish in the photos are an 8 lb “Gator” trout and a 7 lb, 27” Redfish.
Thanks, Dustin


The Lasso Net being used...


Bud Basford, using the Lasso Net at a fishing pond next to his house.


Lasso Net at Sebastian Show


Ron Presley, Fla. Guides Assn., shows the Lasso Net at Ft. Walton Beach, FL


Edison Festival of Light

We just returned from three days of showing The Lasso Net at the Edison Festival of Light in Ft. Myers, right along the bank of the Caloosahatchee River. What a trip! We stayed with our old friends from college, Jim and Darlene, who helped us in the booth. Have you ever seen a pitch-man with the gift of gab, who can get away with saying anything and make you laugh? Well, that’s Jim. We had a blast along with our neighboring booths and now friends, Jan and Sylvia.

Jan had beautifully knitted items, scarves, hats, bags, sweaters and she was using a spinning wheel to demonstrate her art. Sylvia had the booth on our other side. She was face-painting children and used Oso, her daughter, to demonstrate. They had never seen anything like Jim!

Friday started cold but our spirits were anything, but cold. Jim started fast and never let up. I don’t think he ever used the same “saying” but just kept coming up with something new. I wish that I had taped it. Jim looks like a wooly bugger, with gray hair and beard, a cap pulled down, and a slight forward tilt in stature that presents the appearance of someone who is automatically comical. Hey, he says, “prepare to be amazed”, and out pops The Lasso Net. Or, he says, “you want this, but you just don’t know it”. Or, “one of these days you are going to want this” and then he would throw his head back, bend slightly in the knees, hold his hands in a prayerful position and wail, “Oh, God, please let it be today, right now”. Well, people would chuckle at this character holding The Lasso Net at arm-length toward them. Come on, it is simply a three foot long gray colored metal tube, and people would have some curiosity and normally would respond by saying, “OK what is it?” Jim, with grandiose moves that caused some people to jump back, would pull the net out of the handle and present it to them. Sometimes, he would have a small crowd around him, some up close and some in the background and invariably almost everyone responded with some sort of exclamation, like “wow”, “great”, “unbelievable”, “cool”, etc. You would never expect a fish net to be collapsed within the handle of this thing.

People really laughed, were amazed, and we had a great time. Darlene was a perfect hostess and served gourmet meals. Old friends and new friends… it doesn’t get any better than that. Oh, and we sold a bunch of LASSO NETS as well.


Gregg Arnold guiding in the Biloxi Marsh south of New Orleans netting a Sheephead fish.



My foot hit a dirt clod as I was entering the tobacco shade to start another row. It was dry, dusty, and hot. We all started together as a group, each with our own row and each with our own toter in tow. The group included my brother, Terry, and other workers, Jeremiah and Nehemiah Lee, Bo Peep and Poosey Saunders. We always worked together, so that we could talk about important issues and solve all kinds of problems. At an earlier time when we were little and we were toters, we did not have this advantage, since we were paired with primers (pickers) and worked at their direction. Perhaps I should explain the executive order of the tobacco field since it is very complex, especially the job descriptions.

My Daddy was the superintendent of the farm and under him were the field foreman (Roscoe Green) and the barn foreman (Charlie). The field had three positions, primer, toter, and packer. The primer (a fancy word for picker) picked the leaves from the tobacco stalk. The toter (some people called them luggers) toted the picked tobacco leaves to the end of each row. The packer received the tobacco from the toter and packed the tobacco on a barge. Are you keeping up? I know that this is complicated. The barge, pulled by a tractor, carried the tobacco to the barn. In earlier times, when I was little, the tobacco was packed on a sled drawn by mules. A toter toted the tobacco from the barge to a table. A stringer strung the tobacco using a needle and thread. A toter toted the strung tobacco to a hanger, who hung the tobacco in the barn. Since this is a bit complicated to explain, I will expand on the barn activities in another post and stick with the field on this post.

On this particular day our “pack” was discussing an issue that was about three days old. We could talk about one issue for a week. Oh, we would digress at times, but would always find our way back to the main issue. Today it was a continuous chatter about space ships, astronauts, and putting a man on the moon. I was finishing up that row and stepping on that same dirt clod, while talking about the excitement of putting a man on the moon, Roscoe heard our conversation and with a gruffness declared that “there ain’t no way a man is going to no moon.” We all stopped to respond to his remark. I’m thinking, how could he say this, especially since we have been discussing this for several days and knew all about this issue. I’m thinking that I could explain it to him.

So, I began to talk about some of the missiles we have launched and Roscoe stopped me in mid-sentence and said, “there ain’t no way that something like that can fly and it is just TV trickery.” Then I started to tell him, that as the earth is spinning and...I was again stopped in mid-sentence. Roscoe said, “there ain’t no way this earth is spinning.” He grabbed me by the arm, stood in front of a tobacco row, and used the heal of his shoe to scrape an “x” mark in the dirt. Roscoe then jumped three times as high in the air as he could and landed in the middle of the “x” each time. He pointed at the “x” and declared that if the earth is spinning, then he would not have landed on the “x”. You know, I had not really looked at it in that way. How do you argue with that kind of logic? So, I didn’t. I found the next tobacco row and with toter in tow began priming.

Our discussions continued, but I can assure you that there are a lot Roscoes in the world today, who still do not believe that we landed a man on the moon. Shoot, I’ve heard it said that it is not biblical and if God wanted us there he would have put us there. I have heard all kind of talk about a man on the moon, our space program and the reason that people do not believe, but I still like Roscoe’s explanation and logic the best. The earth don’t spin and the missiles are just TV trickery.


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