Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
lucky lucky lucky bastard guy.
shit went down at
1:40 PM
1) Lucky lucky lucky bastard guy gets drawn for muzzleloader Antelope (hard to do) and blasts one.
2) Lucky lucky lucky bastard guy also gets drawn for early season bull elk tag (almost impossible to do) and on the first day shoots himself a 7x6 trophy bull. (estimated 340 point range)
then...
3) Lucky lucky lucky bastard guy still has vacation time so he decides to spend some time fishing on the Black River and snags a 30in, 13.64lb brown.
...loss for words.
Read story here....
Update: local sources tell me that this fish was named "Bippie" and used to like to dine on bread and cold cuts.
RIP Bippie.
2) Lucky lucky lucky bastard guy also gets drawn for early season bull elk tag (almost impossible to do) and on the first day shoots himself a 7x6 trophy bull. (estimated 340 point range)
then...
3) Lucky lucky lucky bastard guy still has vacation time so he decides to spend some time fishing on the Black River and snags a 30in, 13.64lb brown.
...loss for words.
Read story here....
Update: local sources tell me that this fish was named "Bippie" and used to like to dine on bread and cold cuts.
RIP Bippie.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
distracted...
shit went down at
11:49 PM
Sometimes you just have to go to war in the button aisle of the local craft store, and the random fly-tying-supply-foraging be damned.
Thursday, September 09, 2010
crappie way to go
shit went down at
12:58 AM
The bass were hard on him, but they always said they were just messing around and the insults never seemed to get under his scales but today upon waking a smell led me to behind the tank where my flashlight beam revealed the horrible slimey, leathery truth. Maybe it was the shopping cart and the memories of home it invoked that finally pushed him over the edge and I looked for a note, but there was nothing.
The pumpkin seed seemed a little suspicious, and the catfish wouldn't look me in the eye when he was ignoring my interrogations but I don't have enough evidence to believe there was any foul play.
The pumpkin seed seemed a little suspicious, and the catfish wouldn't look me in the eye when he was ignoring my interrogations but I don't have enough evidence to believe there was any foul play.
Saturday, September 04, 2010
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