Flysmallie

A couple of years ago I spent $36 on a new baitcaster. It has outperformed the high dollar Lew's it hangs out with. Yeah it's not made out of magnesium but the fish have decided to cut me some slack on that.

Well I know that Phil isn't doing it. BUT IT ONLY HAPPENS ON THIS WEBSITE. PERIOD.

But this is the only website that causes it. I guess I'll have to be done until somebody figures it out.

I agree but as long as there is money to be made that will be more important than the health of the fish.

Capitalism at it's finest.

Yep. I shut my phone down and restarted it and now it's gone. For now anyway.

Nope, just keep the biggest. Catch a bigger one and release the smaller one.

I miss seeing that guy.

Nice looking stuff. A link would be awesome. Not having carp inserted into every f'ing post would be awesome too.

True. But I doubt you need a whole lot of showing.

You met a guy over the weekend that can take you on a trip like that in Missouri.

An Olympus TG870 and a Nikon DSLR.

Thats not how any of this works.

Thanks Mitch.

This one was an old taxidermy job. Not sure where it came from but in talking to someone that is on that water often it has been there for awhile. Wasn't there end of June though.

Their not used to make illegal copies. They are to make duplicates of something you have already designed. Saw my first one in 8th grade. That was around 1983.

Hammers? I thought they were sticks?

Thank you.

I was trying to get you drunk. But the joke is on me because you did that all by yourself.

I did mention Chief was there.

It's just foam. Do you know how weird it is to be wading down the river and see a gator on a log. I'm sure it was just somebody's bit of fun and I enjoyed it. Still weird when it first clicks in your mind though.

Hell you were the Narrator!

Thank you John.

In a world where everything seems so harsh it’s nice to find the time to get back to living at a slower pace. But plans don’t always work out and changes are made. Still people considering passing on the trip late in the game. I had the same thoughts myself; nothing seemed to be working out as usual, but still we pressed on. Standing on the bank of the river Friday morning with a canoe loaded with three days’ worth of supplies I still had reservations. But I was with three of the best guys you could possibly float with. We shoved off and let the river swallow us up. The best float of my life. Hands down. Did a little gravel mining of my own. Surprisingly Chief wasn’t too busy telling a story to catch some fish. The water consumes you. We covered a lot of miles on day one and were rewarded with a nice meal over the campfire. We also did a foil pack of vegetable goodness that I failed to get a picture of. The next morning brought the rain. Jeff and I waited too long to get our tents down before the monsoon developed on top of us. But we did manage to get the coffee made and headed on down the river. Eventually the clouds passed. And the catching took off. Look at the tail on this future freight train. Ran across Mabel’s spot on the river. Not sure if this is her original resting place but it’s absolutely beautiful. The majority of my fish came on a PBJ ned or pink floating worm. Including this 17 incher right before camp. You notice in the underwater shot she has a big sore on her mouth. Saw a lot of fish with sore mouths but also saw an Amish clan with minnow traps and stringers. Not sure who is hurting these fish but they need to be more careful. If you are one of those types to take dehydrated meals or some soup then you are doing it wrong. Corn on the cob, BBQ nachos, and peach cobbler were on the menu for Saturday night. And of course there was a campfire. You ever put an empty beer can on the fire? What about one of those Coors Light aluminum bottles with the screw on lid? They don’t call them Silver Bullets for nothing. The sun finally came up on day three. And we made our way out with a bunch of birds leading the way. Chief getting jiggy with it. It was the perfect weekend. Great friends. Amazing food. And the fish gods smiled upon us. And just when you think you have seen just about everything that you can see on an Ozarks stream. People ask me all the time why I like to camp and float these beautiful rivers. It’s not something that I can easily explain. If they don’t get it they never will.

I'll do a report Monday night. My fatass is tired.