WBDluver
Official NEFF pot stirrer
As part of my commitment to drag this board out of the gutter. I am writing another report about fishing with NEFF members. My hopes are that this will tear down barriers and unite board members to make a happier, kinder, NEFF.
Part II MacFly
I was invited by MacFly to experience a river from the view of a drift boat. I assumed he had spoken to the previous member that I had floated with and was informed of my skills with trout and wanted to pick my brain. So, being the giver that I am, I accepted. He told me to be at the launch at 9am. I was also informed by another member that he was invited and was coming also. I arrived at 9am sharp and texted the other member as to where he was? I got a reply that he was told it was 10 am? Mac arrived shortly afterward and told me to jump in and that he was not going to stop so after he swung around I literally had to jump in. I asked him are we going to wait for the other person, and that he was told 10 am? Mac laughed, tossed his Pabst Blue Ribbon can out the window then hit the gas. We arrived at the launch, backed up the boat, took out the picnic table and a small dog and dropped it in the water. He then texted the other member (who shall remain nameless) asking him where was he and that he had to go and could not wait. Laughing all the time while doing it. Mac asked me to hold the boat next to the bank for a "minute". There were other boats taking up the space on the bank so I held it standing in about 3 ft of water. I then saw him take a magazine out of his vehicle and head to the porta john. The noises that were coming from it could only be described as a small animal being beating to death with a baseball bat. After about an hour he exited the porta john and started to load his boat. It was like a scene from an African Safari with gear of every kind from every maker piled high in the boat. He then went to put on his waders and then a second pair over them "for backup" as he told me. Once on the water I started to regain feeling back in my lower half of me body from holding the boat "for a minute" at the launch.
I must say once on the water, the man was like a surgeon with the oars skillfully slicing through the water. The boat moved like a ball room dancer (on crack) to and fro. At one point, as we approached the bank, he refused to put the boat in nose first. He stabbed the oar in the water doing a 180 and had the back of the boat a mere inch from the bank. On another occasion, we saw the NEFF member (who shall remain nameless) and Mac floated past him with ease, just grazing his head with the oar. Now I was sure he was just showing off his skills. Since I was a guest in his boat I felt it rude to be the first to catch a fish so I shook several off undetected until he caught the first one. Being a gentleman, I stuck to my principals and needless to say did not bring a fish to net.
Mac was always a gentleman, always allowing me to wade the deepest part of the pool, and giving me the first cast before the started to cast to the same fish. We continued on until Mac announced that he had an appointment at 6:00 for his daily coffee enema and we had to leave. All in all it was quite an experience I would not wish on anyones mother in law. 
Part II MacFly
I was invited by MacFly to experience a river from the view of a drift boat. I assumed he had spoken to the previous member that I had floated with and was informed of my skills with trout and wanted to pick my brain. So, being the giver that I am, I accepted. He told me to be at the launch at 9am. I was also informed by another member that he was invited and was coming also. I arrived at 9am sharp and texted the other member as to where he was? I got a reply that he was told it was 10 am? Mac arrived shortly afterward and told me to jump in and that he was not going to stop so after he swung around I literally had to jump in. I asked him are we going to wait for the other person, and that he was told 10 am? Mac laughed, tossed his Pabst Blue Ribbon can out the window then hit the gas. We arrived at the launch, backed up the boat, took out the picnic table and a small dog and dropped it in the water. He then texted the other member (who shall remain nameless) asking him where was he and that he had to go and could not wait. Laughing all the time while doing it. Mac asked me to hold the boat next to the bank for a "minute". There were other boats taking up the space on the bank so I held it standing in about 3 ft of water. I then saw him take a magazine out of his vehicle and head to the porta john. The noises that were coming from it could only be described as a small animal being beating to death with a baseball bat. After about an hour he exited the porta john and started to load his boat. It was like a scene from an African Safari with gear of every kind from every maker piled high in the boat. He then went to put on his waders and then a second pair over them "for backup" as he told me. Once on the water I started to regain feeling back in my lower half of me body from holding the boat "for a minute" at the launch.
I must say once on the water, the man was like a surgeon with the oars skillfully slicing through the water. The boat moved like a ball room dancer (on crack) to and fro. At one point, as we approached the bank, he refused to put the boat in nose first. He stabbed the oar in the water doing a 180 and had the back of the boat a mere inch from the bank. On another occasion, we saw the NEFF member (who shall remain nameless) and Mac floated past him with ease, just grazing his head with the oar. Now I was sure he was just showing off his skills. Since I was a guest in his boat I felt it rude to be the first to catch a fish so I shook several off undetected until he caught the first one. Being a gentleman, I stuck to my principals and needless to say did not bring a fish to net.
Mac was always a gentleman, always allowing me to wade the deepest part of the pool, and giving me the first cast before the started to cast to the same fish. We continued on until Mac announced that he had an appointment at 6:00 for his daily coffee enema and we had to leave. All in all it was quite an experience I would not wish on anyones mother in law. 
