The point is, how do you know Emile isn’t a crazy glue sniffer? “Building model airplanes” he tells you. Well, we’re not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that’s all it takes. The next thing you know, there’s money missing off the dresser, and your daughter’s knocked up. I’ve seen it a hundred times.
Hey, if you want me to take a dump in a box and mark it guaranteed, I will. I got spare time.
Old school commercial, found via my friend Jeff Hemmel’s Ride Liquid blog.
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Fly-fishing fishing for bass, however, is the perfection of the sport, and infinitely surpasses in excitement all other methods of killing these noble fish.”
–Robert B. Roosevelt, Superior Fishing; or the Striped Bass, Trout, and Black Bass of the Northern States, 1865
(A sportsman’s contemplation well before catch and release.)
Reading my Sunday New York Times, I’m greeted with this advertisement on page 11. Whew, I was worried BP was going to try and sweep this under the carpet once it disappeared from the news cycle.
I think they could have gone with some better photo choices though.
Did we not see this coming?
The Chicago Sun-Times called out BP three years ago for dumping toxins into Lake Michigan.
A Wikipedia page lists a long litany of offenses, mentioning that Mother Jones twice named BP one of the world’s 10 worst corporations.
Another report says BP’s safety record is worse than you imagined.
I fully realize it does nothing now to care and express anger after the fact. Do we need to refocus our conservation priorities? What good do slot limits and cutting up the little rings on plastic six-pack holders do if one careless, or possibly malevolent, corporation can so effortlessly undo any collective environmental gains?
And who else has the potential to take a dump in our backyard?
The dude’s got cat-like reflexes and used to play drums for Les Claypool. Last year we tried to get him propped out for the Teva Games Costa 2Fly Competition for no good reason.
This year he’s rocking the 10-gallon for good cause: Raising money for Casting For Recovery.
Give him a pledge for points scored over on his site, and see how he does this weekend.
Gracie hooks up, with storm approaching.
Deeter's Flats Shoes
Bone release
Free swimmer...
If there’s any blogger that should be a part of FIB Fest, it’s the guy who names his blog Bonefish on the Brain.
Bjorn couldn’t join the crew because real life got in the way, but last week he tied a handful of flies and sent them my way. The idea being that if he couldn’t be here, at least his flies could help a brother out.
Caught all my fish today on flies from Bjorn’s vise, with Michael Gracie as witness.
NASA Satellite Image of the Gulf Oil Slick
Read this post on Capt. Gordon’s blog, and then this one.
Then try chanting “drill baby drill” again. I dare you.
Pete McDonald