I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – sometimes you just have to go for broke. Throw caution to the wind. And throw your fly at the smartest, spookiest critters lurking in the…gutters?
Some call the urban South Platte River a cesspool. I call it the best thing since the invention of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of whole milk after 10:00 pm – comforting, without moving too far (ingredients are always close at hand) or spending too much (because all you need is a 6-weight, a spool of 3X, and patience). But getting our home water to that level has been a lot of hard work, and there is still a lot more work to be done. The effort requires blood, sweat and tears Denver Trout Unlimited, The 2011 South Platte Pro-Am Carp Slam, and a big [fancy] party after the fact. It’s about raising money for a great cause, and I’m all for great causes, particularly when it means I can go fly-fishing.
After flipping a coin which ensured a place on the podium two years ago, I took last year off to attend some celebrity’s bachelor party (hosted at Playboy Mansion – Rocky Mountains). And even though such ritzy invitations come my way like clockwork, I’ve pulled the arms off the time-keeping device and entered this year’s Carp Slam once again. The rules committee convened, and they determined that anybody that doesn’t trade beer-by-the-case for GPS coordinates to the finest fishing spots can enter as an amateur. I won’t lift a finger for anything other than cold hard cash, and while I’ve been swapping it for gold bullion and shotgun shells as quickly as I can scrape it together (via my proprietary Finished Adams/Raw Hackle arbitrage – cleared through the New York Merc), I did plunk down a bit of the paper stuff for the entry fee.
You can probably hear Eye of the Tiger playing in the background. That’s because training day begins…right now. I’ll be scoping out the Platte every chance I get. Checking flows, perfecting my cast, drinking raw eggs, and waiting for them to build a statue of me in Confluence Park so I run up to it and jump up and down and wave my hands in the air like I just won something big. Which I might. Someday.
You can be a part of my sequel, which also happens to be the 5th anniversary of this fine event. It’s easy too – just donate some of your hard-earned money to the cause! The powers that be have even set up a donation page in honor of each competitor willing to step knee deep in the river – you can find mine right here…
Handing over a few bucks (particularly in
$5 $10 $20 $50 increments) means you bet on a winner, MG the South Platte, while ensuring the river gets the benefit instead of the IRS (donations are tax deductible).
Vegas presently has me at 7-1. Only because I’ve been wagering on myself. A lot.
MG signing off (to find my long lost jump rope)