Sunday, September 24, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
digression: football (yes, again)
Before games, our locker room blasted a mix of one third Alanis Morrisette, one third Hootie, and one third Dishwalla. Or some other horrid shit. There were times I had to listen to Jagged Little Pill and/or Cracked Rear View IN THEIR ENTIRETY prior to a practice or a game. And you know what songs my team played on the locker room stereo when we won? One of them was "Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something. The other one was "Send Me On My Way" by Rusted Root. That's right. The fucking Ice Age song. One time a friend and I tried putting a Faith No More CD into the player. It was ejected two minutes later.
This was bullshit. BULLSHIT. I get fucking pissed about to this very day. That is not football music. It's pussy music. Unacceptable. Fucking Unamerican. And these days, it's only gotten worse. One guy I met once said he didn't like seeing the band Idlewild play in concert because they were "a little too hard rocking". Excuse me? Too fucking hard rocking? Die.
That's why I, Big Daddy Drew, have taken upon myself to institute a mandatory pre-game playlist for all NFL locker rooms
Thursday, September 21, 2006
i played cards in england, i played cards in spain...
i'll beat you
the incomperable clarence ashley performs the coo coo -- one of the finest songs (and certainly one of thee most kick-ass riffs) in the entire american cannon. fuck the rock on!
Goodrich who is remarkably fond of fishing caught several douzen fish of two different species
paddy gass, sgt.
The 19th, was a fine day, and at day light we continuted our voyage; passed the mouth of the Mine river, saw several turkeys on the shores, but did not delay a moment to hunt; being so anxious to reach St. Louis, where, without any important occurrence, we arrived on thhe 23rd, and were received with great kindness and marks of friendship by the inhabitants, after an absence of two years, four months and ten days.
billy clark, cap'n
thee eel pie incident
Congur in Sawce.
Take the Conger and scald hym. and smyte hym in pecys & seeth hym. take parsel. Mynt, peleter, rosmarye, & a litul sawge, brede and salt, powdour fort and a litel garlec, clowes a lite, take and grynd it wel, drawe it up with vyneger thurgh a cloth. cast the fyssh in a vessel and do the sewe onoward & serue it forth.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
big john, sgt.
elephant thongs, vampire stakes, garlic
beer=pretty good in a cannon
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
There is no way I can report on any one thing without offending one of our sponsors, we just have several all in the same business."
So it is on FAOL. Well, I'm fucking shocked! Shocked! Both FAOL and FF give public blow jobs to the industry within a day of each other? Man... those interwebs are really blazing new trails, eh?
anglers, please keeep your stupid opinions to yourself
Users reviewing specifc products and services are one of the best parts of this web site. You get to see who has had bad experiences, who has had good experiences, and make smarter purchasing decisions as a result. I don't have a problem with anyone complaining about a specifc product or brand as long as you do it using a real name and legitimate email address.
If an identifiable person wants to report bad performace or service, that's fine. You can stand by your remarks. However, if someone with an anonymous handle, and hotmail or yahoo email address has an axe to grind, I have a serious problem with that.
If you have a beef, at least have the guts to stand by your own remarks. Anonymous complaints are just cheap shots that don't do anyone any good.
If I see potshots like that, I'll be removing them.
G.E.M Skues clears his fucking throat
No. Of course we weren't invited. So that's it. That finally tears it. We are done being so fucking nice. Done!
fuck yuo yuo fucking geeks!
Thursday, September 14, 2006
ah... football!... part two
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
fucking politicians... they ruin everything
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
aye, there's thee spirit
"We who go a-fishing are a peculiar people. Like other men and women in many respects, we are like one another, and like no others, in other respects. We understand each other's thoughts by an intuition of which we know nothing. We cast our flies on many waters, where memories and fancies and facts rise, and we take them and show them to each other,
and small or large, we are content with our catch. "
W. C. Prime, I Go A-Fishing 
buggers, buggering, buggered
I took a walk after dinner. It’s astonishing the number of bass I saw playing in the current. They often catch three dozen in the course of half an hour with a fly. I think they are the finest fish I have tasted in America.
Robert Hunter, Jr. (1785)
your dry fly can't do this
Monday, September 11, 2006
here's a money quote, but the whole thing is gold. is this a bellweather race?
“It's time you have somebody back there who knows how to balance a check book. I've balanced it on the farm and I've balanced in the state Legislature. And we did it two years at a time. And we did it this year without increasing taxes. That's my record.”
Burns took Tester's jab head-on and responded: “Your farm didn't get hit by Katrina. Your farm didn't get hit by terrorists. Your farm got hit by a little disaster and I offered the checks and you cashed them up on that ol' farm.”
“That's a pretty bad comparison,” Burns said. “But you took the check, right?”
“Let's talk about food security, about a farm program that doesn't benefit multinational food corporations first, but family farmers and ranchers first,” Tester rebutted. “Let's talk about drought in north-central Montana that's gone on for six to eight years. If you think those checks from the government have made me flush, you are wrong.
“I've had to reduce my expenses and I've had to pay my bills, which is exactly what the federal government needs to do.”
“This economy will grow,” Burns countered. “And we will get there. We've done it before in this country and we will do it again.”
Thursday, September 07, 2006
generally, rants are supposed to have a point
I see no good reason that they can not continue to rent canoes instead of kayaks. Canoes are at lease aesthetic, well somewhat anyway. So today's canoes are not birch-bark, I can live with that. But, why do we need to put some wobbly-bobbly boatetts from the frozen arctic on this river? Watching them just destroys the image.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
god bless jerome howard
Includes thee classic fishing scene two minutes in. You fuckers owe me.
Friday, September 01, 2006
T.J., also gone a fishing....
~ Thomas Jefferson
gone a fishing
We remain and offer Kindest Regards, & et.