Friday, June 5, 2009

We were somewhere around Orviston when the Yucca began to take hold...

Except instead of seeing dive bombing bats I was hallucinating about carnivorous Green Drakes devouring the stockies in First Fork. And that was after only one glass of Yucca.

Truth be told, we were a well behaved bunch this year, which drove the Chief to distraction. We either need new blood or we need the irregulars to return along with the bacchanalia.

Glen gave you the fishing report, which was the same story for all of us. Here Glen explains to Bunyan the difference between a Green Drake spinner and a midge spinner.
Which Bunyan quickly noted and cranked out a couple dozen on the vise back at camp.
After all the fishin, food, and other assorted activities it was time to shoot the breeze around the ol camp fire.
A pet peeve: At least twice during the BWS a younger prostaffer needed education about common American cultural icons. For example, the Chief regaled us about his encounter with Greg Allman and the aforesaid prostaffer asked "who is Greg Allman?" And, the same prostaffer had never heard of, or read, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (not to mention having no knowledge of the gonzo journalist himself). I tell you, the world is going to hell in a handbasket.

2 comments:

Wade Rivers said...

Speaking of the Mayor of Woody Creek, Colorado. It's a little known fun fact that Hunter Thompson started his journalism career as the sports editor for the newspaper right here in Jersey Shore, Pa. He lived in a house on Allegheny Street which is also PA 150, I think. Once, I even tracked the house down and paid it a visit on my way up to Potter County. It's only a couple of blocks from the liquor store and the Wild Turkey. I was underwhelmed...

Chief said...

I thought I was seein things!