Pretty comfy nite,….and slow simmering sauces. I know this ain’t a chat room, but I wanted to share some light hearted shit with my patriot anons; whoever you are, whatever you do, wherever you live, WWG1WWGA…….!
Here’s a good story on why to “watch the water”, double check your anchor, and be prepared.
And also, a fly I just tied up, called the “OBB” orange bug bad. It trolls up lib tard trout mouths, kek
> Be me.
> Fueled by stoke, beautiful day, river perfect, caught some fish.
> Swoop into the take out at Ringer like a boss.
> drop the anchor, talk fishy bro stuff to some fishy bro dudes.
> grab the Tahoe, swoop over to the launch
> boat is FUCKING GONE!
> sprint down the bank like a fucking cheetah
> boats out of reach, 30 yards and scootin
> sprint back
> fishy bro dude says “ you want me to put my back in and chase it”
> OMG yes please oh fuck, fuck, shit, my reply
> one of the fishy bro dudes takes the Tahoe to big horn. Luckily they know the gate code! What fortune!
> I jump in with Max, we row like the devil
> catch up to it in a nice long flat, thank god!
> both oars missing and one oar lock
> all the rods still there, FUCK YES.
> it’s now bout dark
> luckily I had one of the small wooden single paddles
> sat on the back of the boat, paddled it like a canoe, envoked the spirit of the last of the fucking Mohicans, made it to big horn.
> almost EPIC fail….