Sunday, October 21, 2012

Northern Most Sandy

10/21/12 - A short repast on the final morning of our most recently completed foray afield.
Stew redeemed the whole adventureless adventure with this finely wrought piece of steel.
Mr. Dunn handled the assist with aplomb.
Stew poses for the obligatory "grip and grimace."
 In this semi-comical interlude, Bear successfully, and with grace, rappels down a particularly steep and muddy creek bank using an unknown fisherperson's "donated" salmon stringer. 
I do agree that this is a much improved use for the finely crafted blue rope stringer.

No fish expired, nor were unduly injured, due to the efforts of this band of Minions.


2 comments:

seasoned sandy run fisherman said...

That must have been a stupid steel head to eat that fly I've been doing this sense71 the only way to catchem is to snag them. Of course you cant even catch those damn salmon at your feet. What state are you from? We eat these fish.

Coach said...

That explains it, the mercury is making you stupid. You know what they say, you can't fix stupid. Most people only have about 10% jerk time per day. This guy was a hundred percent jerk through and through. Thanks for not punching him in the eye guys.