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)
August 14, 2011
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.
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. 😉
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:
I’ll will admit… if yesterday was the carp slam I would not be drinking from the coveted chalice. Gracie had it pretty dialed…
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….?
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.