Greasy B

I’m sorry for your loss. Losing friends is hard.

The story gets a little sappy but I love the old Jon boats and the float trip stories. I guess I also feel a little sappy watching this, me and a bunch of you guys grew up with this stuff. My fascination with fishing started with a neighbors Ranger boat and his gigantic tackle box.

Thank you, Bushbeater was a dear friend, I’ll miss him. Bob would love it if we all kept this thread alive with good music.

Chute 3 is a hatchery outlet, there use to be a dude permanently snag on it, he was a nice guy, I kind of miss him. I guess the gully washer got him.

Subway, Salem Missouri, It happens, I’m not going to swear off Subway because I got sick, I do avoid it because its lame.

If you don’t have them already pick up some swim fins, the wind is going spin you.

My brother and I ran into Oneshot at a ramp on Niangua a few years back. We had a blast talking about the idiots on the river, idiots on the road and idiots everywhere. It was one of those conversations where we alternately yep, yeped each other’s stories.

I know a certain river that has green pumpkin colored rocks, you can fish any color bait you want as long as it’s green pumpkin, baby is the right size, a chartreuse tail helps.

Thanks, it’s on the way.

Glad you got back on the horse mic.

It’s like Gavin said in an other thread, don’t worry too much, just live your life. I still shop at Piekutowski’s and eat at Crown Candy, I still park my truck where I want to fish.

Yep, yep and yep. Watch for the weirdo’s with the bananas on their dashboards. when I worked in north STL I knew better than to leave pocket change on my console, same rules apply in rural Missouri.

Beautiful fish.

PM sent.

I feel your pain brother. Don’t worry, the creeks will still be there, they will be screwed but they’ve always been screwed. You, Al and the rest of us who have been sidetracked will be able find the paradise we’ve always loved. Mike,