GTFO

Beaming with all the hopes and desires of American youth, he set forth as a leader of sorts. Just what sorts, it is impossible to say at this time.


But he had the imaginary support he needed to venture beyond the small environment he'd come to know as his home town.


Friends thought him foolish and felt free to frequently tell him so. Deep down they all felt envy. Envious that he could muster, where they could not, the courage that was necessary to embark beyond the notion that survival was based upon the ability to rise at 7AM five days a week. - Les Claypool

It is too damn hot for a penguin to just be walkin' around.

Time to get out of here.

-Alex who hasn't smelled a wader fart in far too long.

My friend Snots

My friend Snots he's a hell of a guy.

Let me tell you why,

He's the epitome of predatory.

My friend Snots he's a hell of a guy.

Let me tell you all why,

He drips with slimy satisfactory.

My friend Snots is a heck of a joe.

You should watch him go!

Hangin' in the weed line,

With a sharp curve of teeth shine.

My friend Snots has little concerns,

About the flies that he spurns.

Until the line pulls tightly,

With an angry steel finality.

-Alex who loves him some pike and Primus.

Always lick the bait.

A few clips of the man who inspired me to pick up a bass over 10 years ago, Les Claypool, from Fly Fishing the World, for those of you who haven't had the pleasure:





The full episodes can be found in the extras of Les's DVD 5 Gallons of Diesel, which kicks super amounts of ass, by the way.

-Alex