Piscifun Man Bag for All Your EDC

You know what my biggest problem is with EDC (every day carry)? Where are you suppose to keep all this stuff during your daily adventures. I mean, you’ve probably got a lot of gear to carry, including your phone, tablet, hat, gloves, wallet, sunglasses, survival knife, etc. And if you’re only working with a couple pockets on your pants and coat, things can get a little crowded. You could always pack this stuff in a messenger bag, but that’s a little like storing your bicycle in a dump truck; You don’t need quite that much room. So what are you going to do? Man bag? ‘Not me,’ you say, ‘I’m not the man bag type.’

I hear you. At one time, I was resistant to man bags too. But after losing enough wallets and sunglasses to fill a small store, I have gradually accepted the fact that a man can use a bag for his stuff and still look cool – so long as he chooses the right bag. Introducing what I like to call the training bag for guys who are unsure about bringing a bag along with them to their daily jaunts, the Piscifun Single Shoulder Crossbody Bag.

The Piscifun comes in five different color schemes, but we are featuring the Sand Camo. And what kind of guarantee do you have that your stuff will stay safe? Well, you’re basically entrusting your prized possessions to several 900D nylon swatches that have been stitched in such a way to offer up a clever selection of front pockets, side pockets, top straps, rear zipper pocket, mesh drink holder and one large compartment big enough to hold an entire lunch for two (and insulate it somewhat too). The zippers are sturdy, the clasps fit together with a confident click and the backside is lightly padded to keep you comfortable during an all-day excursion.

And the neat thing about this bag is while it can expand to offer a lot of storage, it also compacts down to a manageable size when you’re only carrying a few essentials. This is pretty much all the bag you should ever need for your EDC, and if you ever need more – get yourself a good messenger bag for crying out loud. And as man bag’s go – this one is about as macho as they get. Get your own #Piscifun bag here.

Reeling in the Zombie Apocalypse 6

To be continued...

I turned to see her look of horror and then I followed her eyes to the creature coming towards us. Her left arm was bone and an eye was missing but the creature had indeed been my mother in law. My mother pulled the trigger of the gun and my former mother in law’s head exploded and then Jenny fainted which was probably for the best since a moment later I was forced to drive over her father. I felt bad about it. My father in law and I got along fairly well except for the fact that I was a Piscifun fan and he preferred Rapala. We didn't fish or shop together so as long as the topic didn't come up it wasn't too much of an issue. Certainly some concessions have to be made for ones father in law. Even when he is clearly wrong. I felt terrible as I heard his bones crack under the tires.

The zombies were too slow to follow the Yukon as we raced up the street.

I heard Jenny stir and saw my mother in the rearview window as she clamped a hand over my wife's mouth. I hope Jenny would forgive her later but we really didn't need the attention of any more zombies.

I turned my face back to the road but a moment later my mother tapped me on the shoulder.

"The baby is coming," she whispered. I turned around to see that my wife's pants were wet. Had she peed herself in shock?

"My water broke," she said.

"Shit," I growled slamming down on the gas. We had to make it to the sailboat, fast.

 I felt renewed determination and there was not a zombie that stood a chance as I gunned the engine pushing the Yukon as hard as I could. Part of me worried a cop might come and ticket me as my speedometer reached 100 MPH but no one came and the fence to the dock was opened. The bad news was that meant that zombies might be on boats. The good news was that I didn't have to drive through a chain link fence.

Her parent's boat was in its spot. My dad and I jumped out of the Yukon. I have to admit that at that moment I was pretty pissed and would have welcomed a zombie to beat to death but none were on the boat. My dad and I loaded the supplies onto the sailboat before I opened the door to pick up my wife. Her face looked panicked and pale. I couldn't say I blamed her. I hoped my mom knew what to do.

I let her settle my wife in the bed in the cabin while my dad helped me to get the boat out onto the water.

"I need something to tie the cord!" My mother yelled.

I grabbed Piscifun braided line and brought it into the room where my mother was pulling a baby from my wife's body.

I didn't watch as she tied the cord and then cut it. All I could see in that moment was my wife and my son.

I knelt down beside my wife and gave her a kiss.

"He is beautiful," I said because there was nothing else I could say.

"Do you think it really matters? He won't get to grow up. We are all just going to be zombies," she said. The tears falling down her cheeks upset me. The birth of a baby was supposed to be joyous and it was apparent that even though my son was a bit small he was perfect in every way.

"We can't give up hope," I said. "We have to believe that the outbreak hasn't crossed the water. We have to hope that once we cross the water we will be safe and our son will be able to live a normal life just like we intended for him to."

"What if the outbreak is everywhere? What will we do?" Jenny asked. I gulped. I didn't want that to be the truth. It would be a hard life for us if it was. It certainly wasn't the way I wanted to raise my son, but I couldn't lie to my wife, and I wanted her to know that I was going to keep her and my boy safe no matter what.

"If the absolute worst happens, I suppose we will just live on this boat. We have enough fishing gear here to assure that we will have food at least until Junior is a teenager. Water might be an issue but my dad and I can make water runs. There have to be lots of stores with bottled water ripe for the taking. We have plenty on here now but it is a concern."

"But what about other children to play with," she said. "I want him to have a normal life. A good life. He can't live on this little boat forever fishing with his dad and grandpa," she said.

It didn't sound like such a bad life to me but I was smart enough not to say so.

"There have to be other survivors. We will find them. When we do, we will figure out how to fix this," I said. It might have been a dream, but it was the only hope we had.

The end.

Feather Chucker: Piscifun Fly Reel Review

#Piscifunflyreel #Piscifun Feather Chucker: Cheap Reel: My 5wt reel had an issue where the spool came off from time to time when I stripped line. At first it only happened once or twice a fishing ...

Reeling in the Zombie Apocalypse 4

To be continued...

Jenny and I slept on the couch while my dad smoked the fish and my mom shot any zombies that approached. I can't say it was a good sleep. In fact, it was terribly fitful, but eventually dawn came.

"We better get on the road," my dad said shaking my shoulder a bit rougher than needed.

I nodded feeling exhausted. Jenny was still clinging to me.

I pushed her away gently and she startled awake. She looked even paler today than she had yesterday. Still, she got up and followed every direction my dad gave. We managed to get my parents and their things loaded up into the SUV though my dad and I did have to move a few zombie carcasses away from the front door before we could open the door. I was a little worried that there might still be a live one and with one bite we would be goners but my dad just laughed when I mentioned it. Apparently, my mom is an even better shot than I imagined.

She brought the gun and enough bullets to hopefully last until we got onto the water. I wouldn't have to use my reel again for zombie bashing. I wondered if I could get it clean enough to use. It was hard to guess when I would be able to buy another reel with the zombie apocalypse at hand.

The roads were different today. We did see cars but they were along the side of the road and there was no one alive in them. I had no idea if the occupants had run out of gas and had to make a run for it or what had happened. A few smaller cars were dented and crushed in places and it didn't take much imagination to imagine what had happened to those people. When we saw a crushed VW Bug Jenny had to open her window and throw up. Finally, we weren't able to stay on back roads anymore. Jenny's parent's live in the suburbs and so we had to get on Main St. Cars were backed up bumper to bumper but instead of the deafening honking from yesterday an eerie silence hung in the air. I drove along the median which was surprisingly free of cars until we were almost a mile from Jenny's parents.

A turned truck blocked our way. My first and admittedly macho impulse was to see if I could speed into it and push it out of the way but I couldn't see over it and if something big was on the other side I didn't want to risk immobilizing my car.

"We will get out and check it out," my dad said as I pulled to a stop. I nodded and put the car in park.

"Should we take the gun?" I asked.

"Your mother will cover us." I nodded but grabbed the reel and a pair of gloves anyways. I wanted to make sure I had a fighting chance. I saw my dad grab his Piscifun Aluminum Pliers Braid Cutter Fishing Scissors. I wasn't sure that would be enough to take out a zombie but I really hoped there would be no zombies to take out.

To be continued...

Reeling in the Zombie Apocalypse 3

To be continued...

I was right about there not being too many zombies on the country roads. There were a few we passed, but mostly it was a quiet drive and I was glad that Jenny got some sleep.

We were also fortunate enough to find a few gas stations along the way that were so primitive that that they didn't require an attendant.

One did and so I had to rush into the vacant station and guess which buttons on the register had to be pushed to get gas. Luckily, I had been a gas station attendant for about a month in high school.

It was almost seven at night when we got into Vermont. My parents have a little cabin in the woods and I hoped that the zombies hadn't gotten to them yet. We pulled into the driveway and knocked on the front door. I heard rustling inside and so I knew something was in there. I held my breath as I waited. Finally, my mom opened the door just a crack. I was glad she was being cautious. I had tried to call her before we came but apparently cell towers were down across the country. There were only a few radio stations that were still up and running we had learned as we drove. Most were nothing but static.

"Oh Alex," my mother cried throwing her arms around me.

"We need to get into the house," I said as I pushed Jenny inside.

"We heard about the outbreak. Is it really true?" My mom asked. In a way I was glad she was unsure. It meant that the outbreak hadn't made it here yet.

"It's true," Jenny said with a whimper.

"Let me get you in here and get you some tea dear," my mom said taking Jenny by the arm. I was glad someone else got to worry about Jenny for a few moments while I tried to clear my head.

"Where is dad?" I asked.

"Out fishing on the lake," my mother said rolling her eyes.

"You are joking," I said but she shook her head. Apparently, she wasn't.

"You may as well join him and let my poor daughter in law have a nice rest."

It sounded ludicrous but at the moment it was the only thing I wanted in the whole world. Zombies couldn't really be killing people all over the world if my dad and I were out on his fishing boat, right?

I cautiously walked out the front door and drove the Yukon down to the water.

My dad was indeed out on his little boat.

He was close enough that I could see he had his Shadowcat Series 2 casting rod. My dad is a Piscifun fan just like I am.

I wasn't sure if it was safe to call out to him but I didn't see anything around me and it seemed safe enough.

"Dad!" I shouted. He looked up and did a double take. Apparently, he wasn't expecting me.

He brought the boat over to the shore.

"Where is your rod?" he asked after looking me over for a minute. I popped the trunk and pulled out my Sphinx Series 2. My dad's rod is a tournament grade but he fishes much more than I do. I prefer my thin and lightweight Sphinx.

My dad took the boat out into the water and we both cast our lines.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked him. Everything now seemed so out of place with my morning.

"Well, I figured even if the reports were true, zombies can't swim. Figured they would just sink to the bottom of the water. Maybe the fish will eat them." I tried not to contemplate whether this would create an outbreak of zombie fish. I am certainly no scientist.

 "Plus, I wanted to make sure we had some smoked meat to take with us if we did have to run. Not real sure where we will be going though."

"Jenny's parents have a sailboat. I was thinking we could try to see if the outbreak has reached any other continents. The news didn't seem sure. If it was contained here, maybe other places will let the survivors in as refugees. Who knows, maybe there is even some scientist working on a cure. I don't really have any idea what else we could do. What do you think?" I ask.

My dad grunts which I realize is the only response I am going to get and sigh. The dusk is starting to set in and we have about ten fish ready to be smoked when I hear the scream. I know instantly that it is Jenny.

My father seems to take forever to make his way back to the shore and at first I am in a panic. Then, I hear the sound of shots being fired. Jenny has never handled a gun in her life. Her parents didn't believe in them. I am desperately hoping it is my mom who is shooting because if it is then she may actually hit a zombie and just as important she might manage not to hit us as we make our way to the house.

My dad walked to the water so I load him and his supplies into the Yukon and then I hit the gas. I bowl over ten zombies as we make our way to the house. I am going fast enough that the force of the hit doesn't give them time to mess with the windows but I am glad I still have my reel ready to bash in zombie faces if it comes to that.

Zombie bodies are scattered around the front of the house. I am sure the smell of decay will draw more.

"How much ammo does mom have?" I ask.

"Enough," my dad smiles.

We kick shattered and broken zombies out of the way as we bring our fish in through the front door. Jenny is on the couch in tears.

Mom must be upstairs at a window.

"I want my mom," she whispers.

"Tomorrow," I assure her. "We are going to go and get them tomorrow. And then, we are going to find a way to get to their sailboat and get on the water. We will be safe there. Zombies can't swim," I say hoping my dad is right.

Jenny throws her arms around me and I hold her tight.

"We just have to get through this night. Then, everything will be fine," I whisper to her. She nods and I hope that she believes me.

To be continued...

How to choose spinning reel

For many fishermen, spinning reels has become more popular than the baitcasters. Apparently, spinning reels are more easier and flexible to use, even for beginners. Also, the inner structure and material are also vital in terms of performance and ease of use. Choosing the best spinning reel for your need, however, can often be challenging if unfamiliar with it. Please read the following guide to know some helpful advice for choosing the spinning reel.

All parts of the spinning reel:

• line roller:

This is the crucial part of the reel. No ball bearing Design! Ceramic processing techniques. Innerly Adopt high-strength plastic and alloy. So very abrasive; excellent tightness, no more breaking line！

• Gearing:

Inner Gearing! High-precision production machinery and production molds. More closely synchromesh gears. Make the reel spinning more smooth and well balanced. Unique in spooling line with Perfect uniformity and Low noise. The golden copper pinion gear pinion is highly anti-corrosion. Highly corrosion-resistant zinc alloy drive gear. Power transmission is much stronger than ever.

• one-way clutch:

Corrosion-resistant.

• Carbon Drag washer.

High corrosion-resistant (acid and salt). Also High temperature prevention. Strong friction. Excellent drag performance. Water-proof.

Choose wisely and it won't let you down.

Reeling in the Zombie Apocalypse 2

To be continued...

The Zombies must hear the door open because they turn around. Luckily, both are pretty battered and the stairwell is right by the door to medical records. I open the door to the stairwell and pull it closed tightly behind me. I hear the zombies scratching as they move my way but I don't wait to listen to them. I need to get to Jenny.

I run up the stairs, glad to see no other beings alive or dead on the stairwell.

I open the upper door cautiously but luckily there is no one there either. I don't see another being until I am about a foot from the exit.

The person I see is heading my way. They have the uniform of a security guard and they are running which makes me fairly confident they are not a zombie. I think about staying to ask for any information he has when I notice that his arm is bleeding.

I don't know much about the current outbreak but I do know that in Zombie movies anyone who gets bit is a goner and I have no idea how much time this guy has.

The fact that he hasn't said a word makes me super nervous. Wouldn't a normal person beg for help or call out for me to run? I don't wait around. I run through the door, not bothering to close it on my way out.

I manage to get to my car which is right across the street. I do a quick check to make sure that there is nothing moving inside the car. I am pretty confident that it is safe but I don't want to take chances.

I get onto the road and am not surprised to find edge to edge traffic. Everyone and their brother are trying to get out of the city.

I only live a few blocks away so I think I can wait until the traffic starts moving. I think we must be waiting on a red light. Of course, I don't have any such luck. After five minutes of honking cars nothing is moving. I decide to get out of my car and hoof it home. I keep worrying about Jenny being alone.

As I get to the intersection, I can see why the traffic isn't moving. There is a ten car pile up ahead and zombies are munching on the bodies of the dead and the survivors alike. Luckily, with the zombie buffet ahead no one seems to notice as I run past. Apparently, the blood and guts from the crash has drawn all the zombies from the area and I don't see anymore as I run up Cherry Street and my house comes into sight.

I open the front door.

"Jenny?" I call. I can feel my heart pounding both from exertion and from fear.

"I'm here," she calls from the stairs. I am shocked by her paleness. I inspect her for bites or wounds but find none.

"My mom called. The outbreak is everywhere. She and my dad have locked themselves in the house but they just saw Mrs. Jones get mauled. She lost half her face. Then, she got up and started walking again. Mom saw Mr. Jones run her down with a lawnmower. It was-"

"We have to get out of here," I say, cutting her off.

Jenny just nods. She is in shock and I don't blame her.

"Did you do what I asked?"

She nods.

I grab my Piscifun gear and the bags Jenny has packed and throw them in the back of the Yukon.

"Get in the car!" I call to Jenny. She is too shocked not to obey. I wait until she is buckled into her seat before I open the garage door. Apparently, the zombie buffet ran out of bodies because in front of our door are about a dozen creatures. All of them with fatal injuries. Three of them are missing large chunks from their faces. Jenny screams beside me and I hope she doesn't pass out.

"Grab one of those reels and unpack it," I tell her. She needs something to do with her hands and it is the only idea coming to me.

She opens the reel up and hands it to me.

I hit the gas and the zombies go flying like bowling pins but that doesn't keep more from pounding on the glass. I can't risk them breaking it. Without windows we don't stand a chance.

"Steer," I order, grabbing the reel from her lap.

I put on my Piscifun waterproof fishing glove. I need to make sure there is no chance of getting bitten while I am bashing in Zombie heads. I hope the glove is enough protection.

I open the window and hit the gas. Jenny seems to be reading my mind and I can tell she is horrified but she steers the car so that my gloved hand and the Piscifun reel bash the zombies in the face while they are trying to get through the open window.

Luckily, this throws them off balance and makes them tumble forward. I don't try to count how many are smashed under the wheels.

"Not the main road," I warn Jenny as we approach the end of our street. "Take the back way to my parent's house."

Fishing At Casterly Rock Episode 6

I sit in the darkness of the night, listening to the crickets sing outside. I do not know what to do or what to think. How will I be compensated for sacrificing myself and becoming a half-human half-fish, a guardian? It must be just past the magical hour of night, but I cannot sit here and ponder upon my fate without answers. I gather my fishing gear and head to Casterly Rock, with the full moon as my only guidance through the darkness.

As if the guardian knew I was on my way To Casterly Rock, I see him leaning against a tree in the distance, waiting for me.

“Evening,” he says.

“Hi. How did you know I was coming?”

“Brad, you must learn quickly now. We know all these things. We know what you think and feel even before you think it.”

I shift my Piscifun shoulder bag to my other arm and stand beside the guardian. His slimy hand is curling around something round, like a Piscifun braided fishing line.

“Come with me. Let me show you what you want to know.”

The guardian leads me to an opening in the forest, near Casterly Rock. In the middle of the opening, sprouting from the earth is a small sapling. Its leaves are the color of blood and a whitish liquid pulsates through its veins.

“This, Brad, it the tree of life. There is no other tree in the world like this one. The roots of this tree grow right into the water of Casterly Rock. In return for using Casterly Rock’s water, the tree gives life to the content of the water. The trout of Casterly Rock, thus flourishes because of the life they receive from this tree. The fish will never die, they will never grow extinct and they will never stop reproducing. But that is not all. Anyone who eats has the benefit of eating trout from Casterly Rock, will receive that same gift, the gift of life.”

It takes a few minutes for me to process all this information. “So, by giving the poor trout to eat from Casterly Rock, I am actually giving them life?”

“Exactly. They may not have money to dwell in, but they have a greater gift. They have the gift of life. That, Brad, no money in the world will ever be able to buy.”

“But why would you want to give only poor people the gift of life?”

“People that has come to know money and the riches thereof, is corrupted. Corrupted minds do not receive the gift of life very well. People that do not know riches that well, will embrace the gift of life much easier and use it in a more efficient way.”

“Efficient how?” Slowly, things began to make sense.

“If a person that does not have money, realize that they have the gift of life, and with the gift of life I mean immortality, they will not use money to exploit it. They will use this gift to do good onto the world. That is the way the gift works. It makes your heart pure, leaving the corruption of money out of the equation.”

“I understand much better now. So, protecting Casterly Rock means protecting the world and having control over the gift of life?”

“Yes, Brad, but first, you must sacrifice yourself…”