Today’s pic is submitted by Jerry, who is diligently preparing for a saltwater flyfishing trip he and I are taking this week. Here is a picture of all the gear that goes into making a fly. Along with all my gear, I need to make sure pack the following:
– Sun tan lotion, SPF 470. As my red-headed friend Randy used to say, “I’m so pale I need a can of lotion so strong that when you open it, out pops a long-sleeve shirt.”
– Waterproof camera. I tend to fall down while wading and everything gets wet.
– Pepto. Lots of pepto. Let’s just say that although I am fond of the world, the world is not fond of my stomach.
– A tuxedo. If you have to ask why, well, you just aren’t gentry.
– IPod and charger. I plan to fish with the headphones and listen to the song Kissing Families by the Silversun Pickups. Fish fear me. Grandpa fish tell there baby grandkid fish horror stories about me. They say my name in hushed tones and only after crossing themselves with their little fins. That song rocks so much and if I listen to it while fishing, it will double the hell I unleash.
I think you need to be fisherman to understand.
– A spare iPod for when I drop the other one in the drink while lighting a cigarette.
Site of the Day: From Cockeyed, the military use of Silly String.
Today’s pic is submitted by Jerry, who is diligently preparing for a saltwater flyfishing trip he and I are taking this week. Here is a picture of all the gear that goes into making a fly. Along with all my gear, I need to make sure pack the following:
– Sun tan lotion, SPF 470. As my red-headed friend Randy used to say, “I’m so pale I need a can of lotion so strong that when you open it, out pops a long-sleeve shirt.”
– Waterproof camera. I tend to fall down while wading and everything gets wet.
– Pepto. Lots of pepto. Let’s just say that although I am fond of the world, the world is not fond of my stomach.
– A tuxedo. If you have to ask why, well, you just aren’t gentry.
– IPod and charger. I plan to fish with the headphones and listen to the song Kissing Families by the Silversun Pickups. Fish fear me. Grandpa fish tell there baby grandkid fish horror stories about me. They say my name in hushed tones and only after crossing themselves with their little fins. That song rocks so much and if I listen to it while fishing, it will double the hell I unleash.
I think you need to be fisherman to understand.
– A spare iPod for when I drop the other one in the drink while lighting a cigarette.
Site of the Day: From Cockeyed, the military use of Silly String.
