Archive for September, 2010

We’re The People’s Front of Bud’s Lounge

Posted on September 21st, 2010

  Flats Fishing Graduate School: Alarm goes  off at 5:50. Rush through the hotel lobby into car and to 7-11. 7-11 out of Pop Tarts. Get two Cliff Bars, two liters of water for $2, and a pre-wrapped Cuban sub. 6:45 AM–Meet guide at the launch ramp, proceed to flats with visions of first permit. 8:00 AM–Wind picks up to 15-20 knots, with gusts, guide searches for bonefish by looking for muds. 8:30 AM–We find muds. Bones disperse on first false cast. 9:14 AM–We find more bones. They split town when I point at them. Don’t point at them, don’t even look at them. Pretend they’re not there. 9:30 AM–Second of two Cliff Bars consumed. Thoughts turn to 7-11 Cuban samwich. 10:15 AM–School of…

Dickin'

Posted on September 9th, 2010

Rob J was a likable kid and a total derelict, throwing rocks at the Christmas Boat Parade and shooting bottle rockets at the ice cream truck. When he got older, he used to steal beer out of garage refrigerators, targeting houses where people kept their bay doors up during the day. He called this dickin’. I knew him before he moved to the neighborhood and we were friendly and one day he rode by on his bike. I still remember the conversation. ROB J: Hey, wanna go dickin’? ME: What’s dickin’? ROB J: Stealing beer from garages. ME: Why don’t you call it garagin’? ROB J: (Pause) I just dicked that house. ME: That’s my house. ROB J: I was just kidding. ME: Is…

Face of the Nation

Posted on September 7th, 2010

Bugs and colors from the Brownline. Brought to you by freak tyer JP Lipton. A better view of the Crack Pack.

Pre-Hurricane Rising Hatchery Rainbow Blues

Posted on September 3rd, 2010

Playing with rainbow trout when the heat’s in the high 90s doesn’t seem natural. But when the trout aren’t exactly natural either, and an impending storm rolls the heat back, well, they’re not  bred to be sagacious.

  

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