Nate O’Taylor was none too happy to get conned into entering Carp Slam 2011, only to be rebuffed thereafter when inquiring about potential fishing outings together. I’m up to my nostrils in work, and trying to get prepped for the main event myself. But yoots will be yoots – Nate lashed out, exclaiming conspiracy. And vowed to take me to the cleaners, after selling my soul at the charity auction.
So what does a mild mannered chap such as myself do when confronted with this flagrant disregard for propriety amongst the quiet sport set?
Photoshop a carp into his hands. After landing it for him, of course.
MG signing off (awaiting the moment when the kid eats his words…and buys me that beer)