When the dam breaks, you feed the undesirables to Tuesday.

The fishing remaining in the lake most likely would not survive being transported to another lake, "and even if we could, most are carp," the VP said. "Where would we put them? Most urban lakes are always looking for ways to get rid of carp."

So what do you do? Feed them to alligators, of course. Duh.




...and the rest of the fish were washed to a dry grave when most of the 3,065 acre-feet of water blasted down the usually dry Salt River wash bed.

I can only imagine there was a Phoenician opportunist downstream somewhere furiously stripping a crayfish pattern through the muddy deluge hoping to become a legend when he pins some poor confused bastard large mouth bass where no fisherman has gone before.

I will be the guy wading around in the mud rigged to the teeth loading up on my roughfish hero shots.

In the end, it's just one less fishy place in this damn desert, at least for a couple years.

More story here and here.

-A

White Mountains: Most of the time the it felt like this...

Get up real early and eat a massive egg, steak, cheese and salsa burrito to get the bowels all randy. Load up the truck, strap the pontoon to the back and walk back inside to take a massive wall-expanding buttery dump that will inevitably lead to itchy-b-hole 20 minutes later.

Gather rods, put on your waders and boots and back your truck out into the street. Take the pontoon boat off the truck and set it in the middle of the road. Put on fins, and rig rods, place yourself on the seat and proceed to punch yourself in the face continuously for 2 hours while a buddy sprays you with the hose.

Put boat back on truck, unrig rods, take waders off, scratch itchy b-hole, drive truck back into garage and start drinking and bitching and wondering why you didn't catch any fish.

I might have taken something to ease the pain....

Most of the time it felt like that.... But not sightfishing with ants on Christmas Tree...like a god damn cornucopia of awesomeness...

Many Apache trout.

Super ultra short report version brought to you by Captain Morgan 100 proof. More to come... probably.

How About Some Humpday Funnies

Searching through www.boner.com I cam across some super funny pictures that I would like to share with you all


Killer Vodka
No matter where I work you will never have this problem.
Mouse Necrophilia, or this problem.If the mice were not enough, how about a cat 3 some.

This guy is the first honest D&D freak I ever met

Dis right here has'm sun der creativity! (where my beer go?)

I was talking to my friend Day Day, and saw this photo in his facebook.

"The Redneck Pontoon"

It has a damn trolling motor!

He said Colorado, but we have our doubts (a drawn-while-drunk post)

Kyle Googles a lot. Thats what he does. A few weeks ago Aaron and I stumbled upon Mr. Deneen searching for some place called Peter Island. He said he wanted to "fish" there, but Aaron and I had our doubts.

I dropped him off at the airport this morning and did not have to forethought to take a peak at his itinerary. I guess we will never know.

(Artist rendering of Peter Island by Aaron Dennett)

research...

The real reason we have a fish tank...

-Alex who is currently testing a super secret series of bass annihilation.

Pond X.2

Bass, Carp, and Gills.


Another ninja fishing adventure, Aaron and i today decided to check out a pond I have been to 2 times before. First time I went alone without trying to fish, i just wanted to see what the pond was like and see all the signs posted everywhere. Apparently as in Aaron's words, if we get caught, "We the violators will be Prostituted"....... thats right not "Prosecuted"!

Thinking right now Aaron may not know how to read, or on second thought he must just have a good ol' hooker on his mind..... like normal.



Now me being armed with my sage launch that I have not caught a fish on yet, My new goofy ass terminator reel, ok its a Airflow Balance 7-9 reel, and this things looks funnier than shit I flipped a shad colored zonker into the base of the reeds and pulled this little beauty out. The carp where everywhere but nothing wanted to take our delicious zonkers. Aaron however managed to pull about 10 gills out in the hour, hour and a half of our fishing. Sometimes where the fishing is good, and you dont want to leave, you have to quit while you are ahead. Though I must say getting Arrested for fishing would not be all that bad. Not like I stole a car or some shit.





Aaron and Kyle- We think trespassing is cool

one last touch

Thank you, Mr. Tarpon.

More "tropical extravaganza reportage" to come.

cattle tank

The deer ran, looking back towards the intruders wandering down the dirt road toward the small piddle of standing water that could not be found in any fishing book, on any blog, or even the Arizona Game and Fish website.

In the mid-summer fishing doldrums when the sun slaps you around and the bass down south refuse to look at anything popping around on the top sometimes you just have to take desperate measures and try not to step in cow shit or twist your ankle on the rough, dry used-to-be muddy banks of the place apparently known as Fagan Tank. I don't know how to feel about it. Probably a good place to dump a body, though.

lunker.

pour one for pops

The old man Landeen himself

Happy Father's Day.

-Alex who is mucho grateful for everything. Thanks dad.