Simms
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Well ladies and gentlemen,The 1st Annual Steelhead Bash has come to a conclusion and it's safe to say it was a great success!A few months ago, I pm-ed AK SKIM and asked about possibly doing a small get together with some NEFF members and potentially using his locale as basecamp. Immediately, Dennis agreed, so I proposed a trip for sometime in November. Within a few days, we had the dates nailed down and quite a large following on the thread. I was pumped as it would be the first time many of us met each other face to face and would allow some of us to deflate our computer muscles and just come out and have a grand 'ole time! It took some serious planning, chronic "PM ME WITH WHAT YOU ARE BRINING" posts, and just constant "TTT's" to keep the thread active and open, attracting as many people as we could. Those of you who have hosted gatherings before or have been the planner for events, know that the food situation is the hardest element to get in order. Once that is nailed down, the rest is cake. While it was like pulling teeth, I eventually got PM's from all who were going to attend and a list of the goods/food they would be bringing. Last week came and the thread came alive like it never did before! Everyone was extremely stoked to go, especially because the weather was going to cooperate and so were the fish(so we thought). Everyone finished up filling their last rows in their fly boxes, I finished up painting my last set of beads, and we all got our food ready to roll. Excited to meet some fo the NEFF crew, those days leading up to the bash dragged on like no other. Thursday night came, and I was due west on the pike, 80mph. I arrived at OSU Lodge on THursday night at 9pm to drop off the grill and my breakfasts for the next morning. I brought chairs and arranged what I had in preparation for the morning swarm of NEFFers to the feed trough. 5:30am came and I got a text from Dennis letting me know he would going to be much later due to Golden Beetle's car and a tire that decided to go flat 5 minutes from his house. While this was a plausible excuse, we all know Beetle's transition from gays to chicks with dicks has been a hard one(no pun intended), so ill just leave it at that. Beeber (Bill) and FilthyPhil (Phil) also left on THursday, however they made a pit stop in Marathon and crashed for the evening, to be well rested for Friday's blood bath. Bill shot me a text at 6:00am saying he was going to be a bit late due to whiteout conditions north of Syracuse, so I delayed making breakfast for a bit. Weather in Pulaski was nasty as well with golf ball size snow flakes coming down, changing to sleet, changing to rain, and then back to snow. Hey, ITS NOVEMBER! 
Twism(Tom) was staying at Salmon Heaven so he popped over early Friday and we shot the shit until Beeber and Filthy arrived. We all scarfed down some muffins, bagels, and breakfast caserole and then headed down river to the ballpark. Beeber, a steelhead virgin, was determined to to experience that explosive power of a chromer, and I was determined to get him on a fish, so that was our mission. Fishing was a bit slow, but we still managed a few chrome, a brown, and a beautiful domestic rainbow. Everyone was stoked, however Beeber was still chromeless...No worries. Our next stop was Bowvines where Twism headed down into the braids and hassled a few chrome, while I had on a brown and chromer just down from the 1stbend at Bowvines. Before we knew it, it was lunch time so we headed back to OSU Lodge. SOme of us were a bit chilly, so it would be a good time to fill the furnaces and get out of the cold water.We arrived and were greeted by D'Angler (Chris), the Cork Whore (Ronbo), and his brother and friend Kurt. We again had some bagels and muffins, as everyone was not there yet and didn't want to put on an expansive spread. So, we all shot the shit, I showed everyone my fancy 10mm flies, and we conversed about where to head for the afternoon. At about 1pm, The Screaming Weasel (Brough) {or was it the dying jack rabbit?} and his friend Dennis arrived. Any questions?Brough and Dennis left at 9:00am on Friday due to the liquor store not opening until 9:00am. Hell, brough didn't even pack until that mornin. hahaAK SKIM and Golden Beetle arrived shortly thereafter. This was the first time Beetle and I would be meeting. Once rivals, out to fight 'till the death, we have since made amands prior to this trip so it was wonderful meeting the fish molester himself. You would not know it by his spastic, broken threads, and a following of 6 measely members on his "website that would destroy NEFF", but John is an extremely well spoken, polite, respectful guy. Not to mention, funny as hell...It was great meeting Ak Skim for the first time as well. The immediate bead bashing began, so I knew, we all were in our element and it was going to be a great weekend! The giggler (mike) pulled in last. The stories began to flow, everyone was getting along great, and everyone was itching to get out on the water. Beeber, Phil, Mike, and Chris made our way to the Upper Fly Zone. Earlier in the day, Ronbo and his crew beat the lower fly zone to a froth to no avail. The front that moved in Thursday night really put a damper on the fish. Ronbo claimed he was not getting down to good. I attribute his lack of hooking up Friday morning to the lack of beads on his line. But, thats just me 
We parked at the upper lot and made our way down to the first long glide. I quickly popped 2 chromers in there, while weaving in and out of the crowds. The amount of people on the river this weekend was astonishing. It literally looked like Salmon season. But, there is nothing we can do. We made our way down to Paradise where I sat on a rock and watched Mike launch tight cast across paradise with his fancy new rod and reel. We would pause every few minutes, have a few pops of Tennesse Honey, and then Mike would continue working paradise in hopes of that hungry chromer getting in his last meal before conclusion of legal light would kick us off the water. Chris then intercepted us at Paradise so we shot the shit until Mikes arm got tired, or was it because it was pitch black out? haha Beeber and Phil made their way up to the car a bit earlier so they were gone before we got back to the lot. Chris headed back to OSU, while I had to make a stop at LIttle Luckeys for fuel and beer. We got back to OSU Lodge, cracked open the beer, and an epic night would soon follow. Ifly14(john) also showed up tonight to join in ont he festivities!Most of the gang decided to stay back for the afternoon, as it was cold and miserable out. Ak skim and beetle had to do a lot of running arond on Friday anyway as beetle was everything but prepared. Had to get waders and the sorts. Skim also picked up some firewood from the farm next door so we could establish a fire that could be seen from space.Brough threw his sausage on the grill along with the delicious onions and pepers, while the cork whore busted out his famous RONBO wings for us all to enjoy, and later hate the next morning. The food was great and so was the company.The night was just awesome as well all sat down around the fire after we filled our stomachs and just told stories as if we had been fishing buddies for years. Conversation flowed effortlessly, and the laughter never ceased (of course, the 4 bottles of Whiksey and dozens of beers im sure didn't have anything to do with it ) and everyone really had a great time. It was funny as hell talking about NEFF and its memebers along with the stories from BOOFEST and fishing adventures we have all had. Brough then broke out his screaming weasel call and began to frighten everyone within 3 square miles. Later that weekend we come to find out, some guys in an ajoining campsite thought we were inflicting severe pain upon a child. Everyone also agreed that it was GREAT that Macfoole wasn't there. The fire began to dwindle, the bottles of aiming oil were kicked, Ronbo was trying to get the earth from not moving, so we all packed it in. 530 am was going to come quickly. I had breakfast on and ready at 530am. Shortly before 6, everyone stumbled over to OSU Lodge to pig out. Coffee was in dire need, as not everyone was bright eyed and bushy tailed. We piled out of Stoneys as soon as we ate, and his the water. Myself, Beetle, Giggler, and my dad, uncle his his buddy made our way down to the ballpark. Mike was quickly low holed by 2 boga grip carrying pulaski sods, we leap frogged them and headed down stream. Fishing was a bit slow down low but i managed a beautifulllllllll domestic rainbow. It took lots of hard work and effort, and proper presentation, but it finally hit a special fly I use...my 10mm tangerine fly. It was safely returned to the water and we decided to hit up the the stretch of water below refrigerator. Beetle has recently aquired a mangnificant two handed rod and reel so he was determined to get a steelhead...HIs ability to fling casts over 100 feet here might have actually hurt him a bit until he tweaked his methods. Various trees were now sparkling with colorful flies and there were a few hungry rocks lurking beneath the surface. The lowerr end isn't conducive to such method of fishing, so that is why we haded upriver. My father and uncle were able to secure a spot above the "snag" which looked beautiful yet revealed little fish. I directed beetle upstream to where I thought there would be some hungry steelhead, lying in the shallow riffs waiting for a tastey morsel to float by...So he headed upstream and began to swing. A few minutes later, he comes around the corner with the biggest smile on his face. BEETLE HOOKED A STEELHEAD AND LANDED IT ON THE SWING!!!!!! I was estactic for him! Words can not explain the emotions you experience when another individual, particularly new at this type of fishing, successly connects and lands a magnificant fish. I think I was more excited than John was! At this point, I cared not if I even took another cast. I was just so happy Beetle was hooked up!!!! Still on cloud 9 and not coming down anytime soon, he headed back upstream in pursuit of another fish. I did not know it at the time, but in 30 more minutes, I would be untangling the nastiest cluster fuck of my life. So, Beetle comes ripping around the corner again, this time, I see red line on his reel..Im like hmmm, did he go up to the truck and change shooting heads or something? Nope. I guess while fighting the last fish, he disengaged the spool fromt he frame, so as he stripped line out, preparing for his presentation, the spool fell off and began tumbling down the river. Instead of screwing up the other guys fishing by running after the spool, beetle just grabbed ahold of the line and began to retreive it that way. So, all of the shooting head, running line, ANDDDDD backing had to come off before he was able to actually bring the reel back up to his location int he river. So, wanting to get all the line back ont he reel, he hand winds it on, backwards. Approximately 1 hour later, we had beetle back in business. It was honestly the worst tangle I have ever had to work on. hahaha Beetle kept apologzing but there was no need to. Fishing is not all about fishing. Its about all the other stuff that goes right OR wrong as well...Its a part of the game. Tangles happen everytime youre on the water. Now, taking pictures of brook trout that barely clear the outside diameter of your spool doesnt happen everytime you're on the water..Today was also the day BEEBER got 2 steelhead on the swing as well! It was an AWESOMEEEEEEEE day! Bill texted me as soon as he hooked up with his first medal head and I couldn't have been happier. The onyl thing I wish is that I was there. Bill was the first one up in the morning, first one to the river and last one off. It payed off. Bill, congrats!!!!! My dad always told me, "You got to be in it, to win it." Phil whacked and stacked on egg patterns below the sportmans...Brough kept the banks of the salmon river warm while the steelhead were safe. Nothing like a mid afternoon nap streamside!!! Beetle and I passed out for about 45 minutes ourselves...At this point, it was getting late and I wanted to head back and get OSU ready for the feast...Beetle and I hiked out of the "can" area, back up to the truck, and back to AK SKIM's place. Most everyone was back already, getting ready to eat. I quickly ran back to my place, changed, grabbed my dad and uncle and buddy, and we went back over. My dad made a superb chili and coconut cornbread to accomodate the other food of the evening. Again beers were tilted, the whiskey stock was again replenished, and food was filling up the table. Beeber and Phil had the burgers on the grill, the cork whore had his DELICIOUS marinaded london broils, Chris had awesome onion rolls with pulled pork, we had the chili, cornbread, and of course, THE RONBO WINGS. As usual, we had more food than we knew what to do with, so we ate until our stomachs began to tear. The campfire was again roaring, constantly being stoked and the stories began to flow. BUT WAIT, where was Dennis? Out of the darkness, Dennis appeared. In the background, you then heard, "Oh, there you are, I left you in the upper fly zone."-Ronbo. Dennis replies, "No fucking shit." That was probably the highlight of the evening. Luckily for Dennis, there was one other car in the parking lot that was happy to bring him back to Stoney's...If ti was not for that car, Dennis would probably still be walking. Moral of the story, never let Ronbo out of your sight if he is driving. I now have RONBO slowly morphing into a bead whore like myself. We have both agreed, as many of you will, there is nothing better then BEADS AND BAMBOO. Ronbo even cherry picked a bead out of a tree on Saturday and employed on it on his fancy bamboo rod. There is just something special regarding the way that sounds.." beads and bamboo"...heavenTonight was another fabulous night. Brough was the mixologist this evening, whipping up some of his specialty redneck martinis...BOy were they delicious..Nothing like straight up potato juice and olives...The kettle one flowed with ease. Sunday morning I was again at OSU Lodge making sure the troops has breakfast. AK SKIM was kind of enough to already have the grill cranking when I arrived. So, I threw on the breakfast caserole, got the bagels, orange juice and muffins ready, and started to pig out myself. TIME WAITS FOR NO MAN. The troops were still not up so Beetle and I headed down to the ballpark, where we later met Mike. Again, today was slow, but we did manged a few steelhead just before we packed in it. Due to school work piling up, I decided to call it quits early so I could get home at a decent hour. Beetle stayed with Mike at the ballpark for a little while longer, in hopes to get the last chromer in. I head back to Stoneys to grab my stuff and help AK SKIM clean up. Then, I was on 81 south. First and foremost, I would like to thank AKSKIM. Without AK SKIM's generosity in allowing us to use his place as basecamp, the 1st Annual Steelhead Bash would not have been as much of a success. The ability to be sheltered from the elements, having a fire pit, and running water/sink to clean up any dishes we had was most certainly a huge factor in making the BASH an AWESOME and SUCCESSFUL event. Dennis also allowed whoever to sift through his fly boxes and take any flies they wanted. Now, what person would allow a group of guys use his place as a stagging location, ANDDDDDDDD give out his flies? Its unbelievable. Dennis, thank you again. I as well as everyone else greatly apprecite it. I also want to give a HUGE thank you to D'Angler. Chris worked his balls off. He was always in the kitchen scrubbing dishes, helping arrange the table, and most of all, he manned the grill all night last night. Plate after plate would come out and he would sit there and cook it up on the grill, with a smile on his face. Chris is the guy everyone wants in camp. A guy who does stuff without being told. Thank you Chris, I really mean it. And most of all, I want to thank each and everyone of you guys for coming and making this event a huge success! It was absolutely wonderful to finally be able and meet all of you and fish with you. The laughs we all shared, the stories that were told, and the delicious food all of you brought was priceless. All of you guys are awesome and I had an absolute blast! Thank you! I didn't want it to end. But what wont end will be the new friendships we established and those friendships that grew this weekend. Most importantly, the friendship of beads and bamboo. This will surely be a fishing trip I remember for the rest of my life. I hope to fish with you guys in the near future. Until we meet again, tight lines! I hope everyone had a safe trip home, the weather was most certainly better today than Friday morning. Thank you again boys!!!!! ****Here are some of my pictures. I encourage everyone to post pictures and stories from the trip!!!!!!!
Twism(Tom) was staying at Salmon Heaven so he popped over early Friday and we shot the shit until Beeber and Filthy arrived. We all scarfed down some muffins, bagels, and breakfast caserole and then headed down river to the ballpark. Beeber, a steelhead virgin, was determined to to experience that explosive power of a chromer, and I was determined to get him on a fish, so that was our mission. Fishing was a bit slow, but we still managed a few chrome, a brown, and a beautiful domestic rainbow. Everyone was stoked, however Beeber was still chromeless...No worries. Our next stop was Bowvines where Twism headed down into the braids and hassled a few chrome, while I had on a brown and chromer just down from the 1stbend at Bowvines. Before we knew it, it was lunch time so we headed back to OSU Lodge. SOme of us were a bit chilly, so it would be a good time to fill the furnaces and get out of the cold water.We arrived and were greeted by D'Angler (Chris), the Cork Whore (Ronbo), and his brother and friend Kurt. We again had some bagels and muffins, as everyone was not there yet and didn't want to put on an expansive spread. So, we all shot the shit, I showed everyone my fancy 10mm flies, and we conversed about where to head for the afternoon. At about 1pm, The Screaming Weasel (Brough) {or was it the dying jack rabbit?} and his friend Dennis arrived. Any questions?Brough and Dennis left at 9:00am on Friday due to the liquor store not opening until 9:00am. Hell, brough didn't even pack until that mornin. hahaAK SKIM and Golden Beetle arrived shortly thereafter. This was the first time Beetle and I would be meeting. Once rivals, out to fight 'till the death, we have since made amands prior to this trip so it was wonderful meeting the fish molester himself. You would not know it by his spastic, broken threads, and a following of 6 measely members on his "website that would destroy NEFF", but John is an extremely well spoken, polite, respectful guy. Not to mention, funny as hell...It was great meeting Ak Skim for the first time as well. The immediate bead bashing began, so I knew, we all were in our element and it was going to be a great weekend! The giggler (mike) pulled in last. The stories began to flow, everyone was getting along great, and everyone was itching to get out on the water. Beeber, Phil, Mike, and Chris made our way to the Upper Fly Zone. Earlier in the day, Ronbo and his crew beat the lower fly zone to a froth to no avail. The front that moved in Thursday night really put a damper on the fish. Ronbo claimed he was not getting down to good. I attribute his lack of hooking up Friday morning to the lack of beads on his line. But, thats just me We parked at the upper lot and made our way down to the first long glide. I quickly popped 2 chromers in there, while weaving in and out of the crowds. The amount of people on the river this weekend was astonishing. It literally looked like Salmon season. But, there is nothing we can do. We made our way down to Paradise where I sat on a rock and watched Mike launch tight cast across paradise with his fancy new rod and reel. We would pause every few minutes, have a few pops of Tennesse Honey, and then Mike would continue working paradise in hopes of that hungry chromer getting in his last meal before conclusion of legal light would kick us off the water. Chris then intercepted us at Paradise so we shot the shit until Mikes arm got tired, or was it because it was pitch black out? haha Beeber and Phil made their way up to the car a bit earlier so they were gone before we got back to the lot. Chris headed back to OSU, while I had to make a stop at LIttle Luckeys for fuel and beer. We got back to OSU Lodge, cracked open the beer, and an epic night would soon follow. Ifly14(john) also showed up tonight to join in ont he festivities!Most of the gang decided to stay back for the afternoon, as it was cold and miserable out. Ak skim and beetle had to do a lot of running arond on Friday anyway as beetle was everything but prepared. Had to get waders and the sorts. Skim also picked up some firewood from the farm next door so we could establish a fire that could be seen from space.Brough threw his sausage on the grill along with the delicious onions and pepers, while the cork whore busted out his famous RONBO wings for us all to enjoy, and later hate the next morning. The food was great and so was the company.The night was just awesome as well all sat down around the fire after we filled our stomachs and just told stories as if we had been fishing buddies for years. Conversation flowed effortlessly, and the laughter never ceased (of course, the 4 bottles of Whiksey and dozens of beers im sure didn't have anything to do with it ) and everyone really had a great time. It was funny as hell talking about NEFF and its memebers along with the stories from BOOFEST and fishing adventures we have all had. Brough then broke out his screaming weasel call and began to frighten everyone within 3 square miles. Later that weekend we come to find out, some guys in an ajoining campsite thought we were inflicting severe pain upon a child. Everyone also agreed that it was GREAT that Macfoole wasn't there. The fire began to dwindle, the bottles of aiming oil were kicked, Ronbo was trying to get the earth from not moving, so we all packed it in. 530 am was going to come quickly. I had breakfast on and ready at 530am. Shortly before 6, everyone stumbled over to OSU Lodge to pig out. Coffee was in dire need, as not everyone was bright eyed and bushy tailed. We piled out of Stoneys as soon as we ate, and his the water. Myself, Beetle, Giggler, and my dad, uncle his his buddy made our way down to the ballpark. Mike was quickly low holed by 2 boga grip carrying pulaski sods, we leap frogged them and headed down stream. Fishing was a bit slow down low but i managed a beautifulllllllll domestic rainbow. It took lots of hard work and effort, and proper presentation, but it finally hit a special fly I use...my 10mm tangerine fly. It was safely returned to the water and we decided to hit up the the stretch of water below refrigerator. Beetle has recently aquired a mangnificant two handed rod and reel so he was determined to get a steelhead...HIs ability to fling casts over 100 feet here might have actually hurt him a bit until he tweaked his methods. Various trees were now sparkling with colorful flies and there were a few hungry rocks lurking beneath the surface. The lowerr end isn't conducive to such method of fishing, so that is why we haded upriver. My father and uncle were able to secure a spot above the "snag" which looked beautiful yet revealed little fish. I directed beetle upstream to where I thought there would be some hungry steelhead, lying in the shallow riffs waiting for a tastey morsel to float by...So he headed upstream and began to swing. A few minutes later, he comes around the corner with the biggest smile on his face. BEETLE HOOKED A STEELHEAD AND LANDED IT ON THE SWING!!!!!! I was estactic for him! Words can not explain the emotions you experience when another individual, particularly new at this type of fishing, successly connects and lands a magnificant fish. I think I was more excited than John was! At this point, I cared not if I even took another cast. I was just so happy Beetle was hooked up!!!! Still on cloud 9 and not coming down anytime soon, he headed back upstream in pursuit of another fish. I did not know it at the time, but in 30 more minutes, I would be untangling the nastiest cluster fuck of my life. So, Beetle comes ripping around the corner again, this time, I see red line on his reel..Im like hmmm, did he go up to the truck and change shooting heads or something? Nope. I guess while fighting the last fish, he disengaged the spool fromt he frame, so as he stripped line out, preparing for his presentation, the spool fell off and began tumbling down the river. Instead of screwing up the other guys fishing by running after the spool, beetle just grabbed ahold of the line and began to retreive it that way. So, all of the shooting head, running line, ANDDDDD backing had to come off before he was able to actually bring the reel back up to his location int he river. So, wanting to get all the line back ont he reel, he hand winds it on, backwards. Approximately 1 hour later, we had beetle back in business. It was honestly the worst tangle I have ever had to work on. hahaha Beetle kept apologzing but there was no need to. Fishing is not all about fishing. Its about all the other stuff that goes right OR wrong as well...Its a part of the game. Tangles happen everytime youre on the water. Now, taking pictures of brook trout that barely clear the outside diameter of your spool doesnt happen everytime you're on the water..Today was also the day BEEBER got 2 steelhead on the swing as well! It was an AWESOMEEEEEEEE day! Bill texted me as soon as he hooked up with his first medal head and I couldn't have been happier. The onyl thing I wish is that I was there. Bill was the first one up in the morning, first one to the river and last one off. It payed off. Bill, congrats!!!!! My dad always told me, "You got to be in it, to win it." Phil whacked and stacked on egg patterns below the sportmans...Brough kept the banks of the salmon river warm while the steelhead were safe. Nothing like a mid afternoon nap streamside!!! Beetle and I passed out for about 45 minutes ourselves...At this point, it was getting late and I wanted to head back and get OSU ready for the feast...Beetle and I hiked out of the "can" area, back up to the truck, and back to AK SKIM's place. Most everyone was back already, getting ready to eat. I quickly ran back to my place, changed, grabbed my dad and uncle and buddy, and we went back over. My dad made a superb chili and coconut cornbread to accomodate the other food of the evening. Again beers were tilted, the whiskey stock was again replenished, and food was filling up the table. Beeber and Phil had the burgers on the grill, the cork whore had his DELICIOUS marinaded london broils, Chris had awesome onion rolls with pulled pork, we had the chili, cornbread, and of course, THE RONBO WINGS. As usual, we had more food than we knew what to do with, so we ate until our stomachs began to tear. The campfire was again roaring, constantly being stoked and the stories began to flow. BUT WAIT, where was Dennis? Out of the darkness, Dennis appeared. In the background, you then heard, "Oh, there you are, I left you in the upper fly zone."-Ronbo. Dennis replies, "No fucking shit." That was probably the highlight of the evening. Luckily for Dennis, there was one other car in the parking lot that was happy to bring him back to Stoney's...If ti was not for that car, Dennis would probably still be walking. Moral of the story, never let Ronbo out of your sight if he is driving. I now have RONBO slowly morphing into a bead whore like myself. We have both agreed, as many of you will, there is nothing better then BEADS AND BAMBOO. Ronbo even cherry picked a bead out of a tree on Saturday and employed on it on his fancy bamboo rod. There is just something special regarding the way that sounds.." beads and bamboo"...heavenTonight was another fabulous night. Brough was the mixologist this evening, whipping up some of his specialty redneck martinis...BOy were they delicious..Nothing like straight up potato juice and olives...The kettle one flowed with ease. Sunday morning I was again at OSU Lodge making sure the troops has breakfast. AK SKIM was kind of enough to already have the grill cranking when I arrived. So, I threw on the breakfast caserole, got the bagels, orange juice and muffins ready, and started to pig out myself. TIME WAITS FOR NO MAN. The troops were still not up so Beetle and I headed down to the ballpark, where we later met Mike. Again, today was slow, but we did manged a few steelhead just before we packed in it. Due to school work piling up, I decided to call it quits early so I could get home at a decent hour. Beetle stayed with Mike at the ballpark for a little while longer, in hopes to get the last chromer in. I head back to Stoneys to grab my stuff and help AK SKIM clean up. Then, I was on 81 south. First and foremost, I would like to thank AKSKIM. Without AK SKIM's generosity in allowing us to use his place as basecamp, the 1st Annual Steelhead Bash would not have been as much of a success. The ability to be sheltered from the elements, having a fire pit, and running water/sink to clean up any dishes we had was most certainly a huge factor in making the BASH an AWESOME and SUCCESSFUL event. Dennis also allowed whoever to sift through his fly boxes and take any flies they wanted. Now, what person would allow a group of guys use his place as a stagging location, ANDDDDDDDD give out his flies? Its unbelievable. Dennis, thank you again. I as well as everyone else greatly apprecite it. I also want to give a HUGE thank you to D'Angler. Chris worked his balls off. He was always in the kitchen scrubbing dishes, helping arrange the table, and most of all, he manned the grill all night last night. Plate after plate would come out and he would sit there and cook it up on the grill, with a smile on his face. Chris is the guy everyone wants in camp. A guy who does stuff without being told. Thank you Chris, I really mean it. And most of all, I want to thank each and everyone of you guys for coming and making this event a huge success! It was absolutely wonderful to finally be able and meet all of you and fish with you. The laughs we all shared, the stories that were told, and the delicious food all of you brought was priceless. All of you guys are awesome and I had an absolute blast! Thank you! I didn't want it to end. But what wont end will be the new friendships we established and those friendships that grew this weekend. Most importantly, the friendship of beads and bamboo. This will surely be a fishing trip I remember for the rest of my life. I hope to fish with you guys in the near future. Until we meet again, tight lines! I hope everyone had a safe trip home, the weather was most certainly better today than Friday morning. Thank you again boys!!!!! ****Here are some of my pictures. I encourage everyone to post pictures and stories from the trip!!!!!!!
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