Mono a mono…
Two amateur competitors in the upcoming South Platte Pro-Am Carp Slam duke it out before pre-game fishing restrictions rear their ugly head.
Twas a damn fine grudge match.
MG signing off (to get my hands wrapped before the main event)
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looking good fellas
No amount of local boy, pre-scouting will save you. I will take your fish, charm your ladies, drain your liquor cabinets and be gone before you realize what happened.
I don’t know about the fish, but Mueller’s gal from last year’s Bus Tour has been asking about you. We’ll throw in a bottle of Cusana Rojo for good measure.
I just stopped by the tiger and sure enough she asked if the little fellow with the hubcap would be in town for the carp slam. I told her “yes” and she replied “Great, I’ll remember not to shave on gameday”.
Strange fettish you have there.
I still have sleepless nights as a result of that.
Sleepless indeed.
Don”t you mean drain his ladies and charm his liquor? Just saying….
I’d love nothing more than to elaborate on this, but someone recently suggested I should experiment with ‘self-restraint’…
Understood! I get that a lot too!
Hey I know that spot, and that fly! Let the rod rattling begin…. 13 days and counting!
I completely re-designed that fly (i.e. used a different size thread) and am now going to slap my name on it.
Shit!
Please button that shirt next time…some of us read this blog while eating.
Yesterday on the South Platte was like fishing with Telly Savalas. Straight up gangsta smooth:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiFqt6J0zZs
I’ll will admit… if yesterday was the carp slam I would not be drinking from the coveted chalice. Gracie had it pretty dialed…
WR
Dialed nothing. I had just finished reading Barry’s book for the 7,450,222nd time, that’s all.
Did you get a new copy?
Cuz last time I borrowed yours all the pages with pictures were stuck together.
“Cuz last time I borrowed yours all the pages with pictures were stuck together.”
Which isn’t easy when own the e-book version.
I’m lost on the difficulty of this.
Now I have a picture stuck in my head of a hairy Italian gangsta type wearing a purple sweat-suit with his shirt unbottoned, gold medallions hanging down and a tattered (and apparently disgusting) copy of “Carp on The Fly” fishing the Platte. Nice.
And your problem with this is….?
No amount of local boy, pre-scouting will save you. I will take your fish, charm your ladies, drain your liquor cabinets and be gone before you realize what happened.
I’ve changed my mind. I now want Smithhammer as my pro. If by chance we don’t win, at least we will be pre-gamed for the after party.