The Thinking Man’s Carpmobile

By 10am we’d landed in a suburb the name of which evades me. We stalked ultra-spooky carp at puddle depths, and for a moment I wished I had a 4-weight in hand.

It hit me on before we embarked to the next venue…Reynolds is driving a yuppie mobile!


I began conjuring as many quasi-insults as I could, the plan being to hold my tongue until the moment was just right.

Then we hit a stinky, murky, carp-infested stillwater if there ever was one.

Thinking Man's Carp

At which point I came up empty handed. And the driver did not.

MG signing off (thanking my lucky stars I know how to keep my fat trap shut)


I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that he let you ride shotgun or the fact that he’s willing be seen out in public with me.

Alex says:

Even if that thing had just rolled off the showroom floor, I would still bet my last dollar that the interior of ye old yota is still cleaner.

…and I bet he neglected the pimp-ass-Target-rod-carrier/clothing rack accessory.

Yea, but he’s got those knarly rubber floor mats.

Gregg Martin says:

I could die there, access, carp, water that looks familiar. Not what I usually see on screen.


rachhillis says:

Gracie came up empty handed?? That’s just not possible! Hello from the Hillis house. Hope you are well.

It’s been a mixed year so far for me. Hope you and Jamie are rockin-n-rollin!

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