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Hey.
Slow down, speedracer. That is not one of those hot-shot rocket-launchers you kids throw these days. Understand? Take your time. There is no reason to rush things. The power comes through grace, my boy.

-Alex who occasionally likes it wiggly.

handoff

Shit happens when you rock a frog shirtless at the 'Vaca.

-Alex who got a buncha tan on one side of his hairy back and not the other and thinks the sun should pay more attention to what it's doing next time, geez.

Finished.

You say I might be cocky for getting the FGFF logo tattooed on me, I would agree. for years I had the outline done and never did shit with it but add stuff around it.

My dog is licking the floor right now, she is not too smart.

Jamie decided that I have to get it finished, so she sat me down for 3 hours and drilled color into my skin. It was well worth it.


One of my favorite methods of fishing saltwater is dropping jigs straight down off a boat. I don't know what it is about taking a 4 oz jig, dropping it down between 500 and 1000 feet, jigging it as we drift, and hoping for one of those big blue lipped bastards know as the ling cod that I love so much, but I just cant get enough of it.

 After  looking over other ling cod, rock cod, and sea bass jigs, I came up with my own, I painted the head, used some EP fibers, rubber legs,  and deer hair, to make this ugly fella. The colors will work, I hope.

4 hours of driving

4 hours of driving, 3 hour of fishing, 1 fish to show for

.Well at least I wasn't working.

Worth the drive and slow fishing to catch just 1 koi.

Blew up the bathroom as soon as I got home

Hey, at least I took the time to add a title. (Neck 23)

I sit here in front of my glowing computer screen once again. Thinking. Thinking about telling a story. A story about fishing in the mountains, about bad behavior and debauchery, silliness without serious consequences in the name of a good cause.

I feel like I have said it all before. Three times, actually. So what is there left to tell you? A lot. But not without some hardcore put-some-words-on-paper activity. I don’t think I am up to the task this year.

It is all the same shit, basically. But all very different at the same time. But that is where the problem lies; in the details. It takes a long time to get out those important particulars that make the story what it should be.

Take a life sporting event, a football game, for example. Let us say that you attend a pro football game and when you come home someone who was not at the game asks you to explain what happened. What do you tell them?

Well, there were two teams, and they took turns passing and running the ball for four quarters and one of them won.

Well, there was about seventy guys who went to the mountains and partied and drank and ate awesome food and fished a tournament and we won the fly fishing division.

Is that how you wanted it? Yeah, didn’t think so.

But this year and right now, that is how you are going to get it. Because this write-up almost smelled like work, which when it comes to a for-fun fly fishing blog, should be avoided at all costs.

I don't know. Maybe I am just still mourning Singlebarbed.

So be patient, our valued readers. There is awesomeness on the horizon.

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-A

Moment of Silence.