Showing posts with label preview of things to come. Show all posts
Showing posts with label preview of things to come. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
float that shit
shit went down at
11:36 AM
This is a float, brother.
Pack that shit and get to the flowing river, brother.
What is that thing? You don't need that shit. Throw that shit out, brother.
You got some pants and a fly rod? Then you all good, brother.
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What has two thumbs and pshops pre-float? This guy. |
No, Brave Little Grater... this is no place for you, brother. We will get our quesadilla on hardcore when I get home, I promise.
-Alex who finally filled his Patagucci Black Holer duffel-n-stuffs.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
a slight bitch and a preview of things to come v-8.2
shit went down at
8:14 PM
I must have done something wrong like thanking the incorrect deity post trophy-fish netting or running over some old gypsy woman or something because this feel like some brand of voodoo.
First it was the the week-long PM steelhead trip where the first day I began an apocalyptic sinus head-fuck cold/flu/snot-fest that kept me in bed and out of the drift boat for the first few days.
Now it was strep throat for the San Diego shark trip; fever, body aches, headache, prescription antibiotics, the whole shebang.
And if that isn't silly enough, two years ago when I had a day scheduled with Conway Bowman (the guide we had for this trip) who at the last minute had to pass the trip to Dave Trimble because he was sick with, get this, strep throat.
Seriously. I havn't had strep since I was like 8, and now it shows up on the day before a trip with a guy who had to bail because of it two years ago?
Two out of state trips this year, two sicknesses that could not have been planned better for maximum shittyness. Yeah. Voodoo.
But you know what? Fuck it. In Michigan I stuck steelhead and yesterday Makos felt the cold steel so eat a dick, illness. You have to do better than that to keep my fly out of the water, you bastard.
There is GoPro footage to edit, and I am going to bed so hard right now but I will leave you with this little tasty screenshot.
Enjoy.
-Alex who will probably be enjoying soft foods for a few more days.
First it was the the week-long PM steelhead trip where the first day I began an apocalyptic sinus head-fuck cold/flu/snot-fest that kept me in bed and out of the drift boat for the first few days.
Now it was strep throat for the San Diego shark trip; fever, body aches, headache, prescription antibiotics, the whole shebang.
And if that isn't silly enough, two years ago when I had a day scheduled with Conway Bowman (the guide we had for this trip) who at the last minute had to pass the trip to Dave Trimble because he was sick with, get this, strep throat.
Seriously. I havn't had strep since I was like 8, and now it shows up on the day before a trip with a guy who had to bail because of it two years ago?
Two out of state trips this year, two sicknesses that could not have been planned better for maximum shittyness. Yeah. Voodoo.
But you know what? Fuck it. In Michigan I stuck steelhead and yesterday Makos felt the cold steel so eat a dick, illness. You have to do better than that to keep my fly out of the water, you bastard.
There is GoPro footage to edit, and I am going to bed so hard right now but I will leave you with this little tasty screenshot.
Enjoy.
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Spoiler alert: That fly is in trouble. |
-Alex who will probably be enjoying soft foods for a few more days.
Monday, October 15, 2012
life like noodles
shit went down at
10:56 PM
He had packed it like a cigarette smoked to the filter and the zipper made a hot noise as it closed like night around day.
SSSSSZZZZZZHHHHHHHHHHHNNAP!
The duffel hit the floor at his feet. A disturbed dust bunny made a break for the safety under the box spring but settled for a discarded leather slipper. He coughed like an afterthought and walked to the kitchen.
He stared at the other packed stuff on table and scratched at the stubble on his cheek. His fingernail found a little scab and he thought absentmindedly about the important things he was probably forgetting.
He picked the scab and examined it closely in the buzzing, greenish light.
He rarely forgot things but when he did he had a tendency to make it something spectacularly important.
He flicked the scab to the carpet and turned to the refrigerator. The door sucked open and the interior was illuminated in yellow long enough to show him again that there was still no sustenance contained within before he closed the door again.
Something tickled his cheek and wiped at it. There was a little blood smear on the back of his hand. He licked it and grunted in agreement and tasted plastic.
He stepped over a wet spot and moved to the sink and squeezed some dish soap into his palm as the hot water struggled through the old copper in the walls.
He tried to scrape what looked like an old noodle from the edge and only succeeded in bending his thumbnail back painfully. He put his hands under the water and flung them away from the lava-hot flow with a yelp.
He bit his knuckle and tasted soap as the space heater hummed on the counter drying his freshly washed hat.
Out the window a light breeze gently pushed the mosquitoes in wobbly circles in the shadows of the carport.
He looked upon the defiant noodlet with contempt.
The hours before a trip were always the longest hours of his life.
-Alex who has long hours, too.
SSSSSZZZZZZHHHHHHHHHHHNNAP!
The duffel hit the floor at his feet. A disturbed dust bunny made a break for the safety under the box spring but settled for a discarded leather slipper. He coughed like an afterthought and walked to the kitchen.
He stared at the other packed stuff on table and scratched at the stubble on his cheek. His fingernail found a little scab and he thought absentmindedly about the important things he was probably forgetting.
He picked the scab and examined it closely in the buzzing, greenish light.
He rarely forgot things but when he did he had a tendency to make it something spectacularly important.
He flicked the scab to the carpet and turned to the refrigerator. The door sucked open and the interior was illuminated in yellow long enough to show him again that there was still no sustenance contained within before he closed the door again.
Something tickled his cheek and wiped at it. There was a little blood smear on the back of his hand. He licked it and grunted in agreement and tasted plastic.
He stepped over a wet spot and moved to the sink and squeezed some dish soap into his palm as the hot water struggled through the old copper in the walls.
He tried to scrape what looked like an old noodle from the edge and only succeeded in bending his thumbnail back painfully. He put his hands under the water and flung them away from the lava-hot flow with a yelp.
He bit his knuckle and tasted soap as the space heater hummed on the counter drying his freshly washed hat.
Out the window a light breeze gently pushed the mosquitoes in wobbly circles in the shadows of the carport.
He looked upon the defiant noodlet with contempt.
The hours before a trip were always the longest hours of his life.
-Alex who has long hours, too.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
What I done.
shit went down at
9:07 PM
I cooked a burger of epicness.
Then I bought a plane ticket to Michigan to hang out for a few days of epicness.
Let's get weird!
Let's get weird!
Let's get weird!
-Alex who has all kinds of awesome going on.
Then I bought a plane ticket to Michigan to hang out for a few days of epicness.
Let's get weird!
Let's get weird!
Let's get weird!
-Alex who has all kinds of awesome going on.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Friday, September 04, 2009
A preview of things to come, v6.0
shit went down at
3:34 PM
Tonight as Aaron mentioned, we are off to the mountains, but next week it's back to work. So stay tuned for the trip write-up.
Also coming next week:
Fat Guy's and their stiff shorties:
Redington Predator 6wt and 8wt review.
-Alex who has 2 inch balls on his hitch.
Also coming next week:
Fat Guy's and their stiff shorties:
Redington Predator 6wt and 8wt review.
-Alex who has 2 inch balls on his hitch.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Another another preview of things to come...
shit went down at
12:34 AM
Enough never is, and if I die under a smothering pile of too much I will die a happy man. This weekend I will be back in CO covering the Carp Slam, doing my damnedest to bring you the real story--the dirty brown filth that will inevitably have to be foul-hooked and dragged backwards and upside-down till close enough to be beaten into submission.
I know a large fish will sooner break a man than be turned into a trophy, and with cash and prizes and fame on the line, I cannot imagine and am excited to be able to witness first hand the last acts of these soon-to-be desperate men.
May carp have mercy on your souls.
-Alex who knows that this weekend, in some form of another, asses will get kicked on the Platte.
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