dcabarle
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After a lot of discussion about floating the Upper D with GLech, I agreed to fish with him this past Saturday. Don't worry about how much I charged him, I'm sure he'll agree that at any price fishing the river with me is be well worth it.
We were to meet at my place at 7:00am. He was a good 30-40 seconds late and I was going to leave without him but I was very gracious. George stepped out of the car but was lacking his ninja garb. I was really looking forward to fishing with a ninja in full uniform. This would include the pink bandana. Notonly was he late but he's wasn't wearing his uniform. I'm with this guy for under a minute and he's already getting under my skin. I should have kicked his ass right there but there's not much going in the python department. Matter of fact, I think my arms have been described as being very similar to Sponge Bobs arms. George would have broken them faster than he inhales a stack of buffalo wings. This all pissses me off. I took a shower and did my hair for this guy and he insults me with all of this then at the end of the day has the nerve to call me a fag.
We arrived at the boat launch and set sail around 11:am. 5 minutes into the float, George hooks up with a monsta bow which now come to think of it, maybe he didn't. My back was turned. By the time I turned around, he had already stopped jumping up and down and waving his free arm.
We hooked into a few fish of many sizes through-out the day which made me forget about what happened when we met earlier in the day.
I was hoping to get a few brookies in the boat but that never happened. What did happen though... George whips out this humungous sub sandwich. I don't eat on the boat but he's all over this thing like flies on shit so it must have been good. Hot peppers on a sub is the bomb! I couldn't resist anymore so I ate the other half.
We continued to catch little rainbows through-out the day. The big fish were in hiding, probably because the water temp was up around 78. My cut off is 85. I like to see little rainbows doing the backstroke and believe me, so does George. I think he is the master of this.
Here's a picture of the portion of the river we floated.
**click to enlarge**
Once it got dark, we started hooking up with monster bows. George hooked into a few nice ones and I figured it was about time to take a picture of George with the catch of the day. A HUGE monster bow. He was so proud of this catch that I just had to capture the moment.
**Click to enlarge**
Since I haven't created a new magazine cover, I think maybe it's time for a new contest. Since nobody guessed how many flies were photographed in the last contest, I of course still have every singe one of them. Wanna try winning them again? Here's your chance. Come up with a caption for the image of George holding his trophy bow. We will use our panel of judges to determine which caption is the best. If I use your caption on the new cover of NEFF Magazine YOU WIN all 59 of the flies. If you're lucky, I just might make it an even 5 dozen.
Once it got dark, the sulphurs blanketed the water and the monster fish started chowing down. They were tough to catch in the pitch dark but we managed to bring a few nice ones to the net. Night time fishing on the D is the best! We had a great day on the river and I look forward to doing it again but next time George is doing the rowing. Do you have any idea how painful that was!?!?!
We were to meet at my place at 7:00am. He was a good 30-40 seconds late and I was going to leave without him but I was very gracious. George stepped out of the car but was lacking his ninja garb. I was really looking forward to fishing with a ninja in full uniform. This would include the pink bandana. Notonly was he late but he's wasn't wearing his uniform. I'm with this guy for under a minute and he's already getting under my skin. I should have kicked his ass right there but there's not much going in the python department. Matter of fact, I think my arms have been described as being very similar to Sponge Bobs arms. George would have broken them faster than he inhales a stack of buffalo wings. This all pissses me off. I took a shower and did my hair for this guy and he insults me with all of this then at the end of the day has the nerve to call me a fag.
We arrived at the boat launch and set sail around 11:am. 5 minutes into the float, George hooks up with a monsta bow which now come to think of it, maybe he didn't. My back was turned. By the time I turned around, he had already stopped jumping up and down and waving his free arm.
We hooked into a few fish of many sizes through-out the day which made me forget about what happened when we met earlier in the day.
I was hoping to get a few brookies in the boat but that never happened. What did happen though... George whips out this humungous sub sandwich. I don't eat on the boat but he's all over this thing like flies on shit so it must have been good. Hot peppers on a sub is the bomb! I couldn't resist anymore so I ate the other half.
We continued to catch little rainbows through-out the day. The big fish were in hiding, probably because the water temp was up around 78. My cut off is 85. I like to see little rainbows doing the backstroke and believe me, so does George. I think he is the master of this.
Here's a picture of the portion of the river we floated.
**click to enlarge**
Once it got dark, we started hooking up with monster bows. George hooked into a few nice ones and I figured it was about time to take a picture of George with the catch of the day. A HUGE monster bow. He was so proud of this catch that I just had to capture the moment.
**Click to enlarge**
Since I haven't created a new magazine cover, I think maybe it's time for a new contest. Since nobody guessed how many flies were photographed in the last contest, I of course still have every singe one of them. Wanna try winning them again? Here's your chance. Come up with a caption for the image of George holding his trophy bow. We will use our panel of judges to determine which caption is the best. If I use your caption on the new cover of NEFF Magazine YOU WIN all 59 of the flies. If you're lucky, I just might make it an even 5 dozen.
Once it got dark, the sulphurs blanketed the water and the monster fish started chowing down. They were tough to catch in the pitch dark but we managed to bring a few nice ones to the net. Night time fishing on the D is the best! We had a great day on the river and I look forward to doing it again but next time George is doing the rowing. Do you have any idea how painful that was!?!?!
