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Hic… Hi beautiful…. why don’t you get rid of that bobber and come here to bed with me?… Hic…
Oh…oh…oh…yeah…I thought there was a little hole in this…afternoon delight!
go to the river, tie one on and swing the beast!
“hehe, Nice Rod…. That’s what she said.”
“Rosenbauer said to watch the river, look for fish….. Well 4 hours and 12 beers later, I think I see one.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong. I just can’t seem to get the hang of casting this switch rod!”
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If only I could throw roll cast right here for that riser…
Beer goggles make this fly rod and reel look so much sexier!
Properly hydrated? Check. Stealthy approach to the water? Check. Ability to stand and cast?……not so much.
“Oh my head is still spinning, my rod is still a spinning.. How many beers I gotta drink to become a Fly Fisherman?”
“From my cold dead hands!”
After a few beers, spin fishing looks more appealing.
Nothing like a good comfortable hammock after a fun night of beer and pole dancing!
I said hex fishing not becks fishing….
Maybe I can hook the cooler with this….
After dry humping his hammock for a long time, Mike finally grabbed his rod and got down to business.
I used to think that fly fishing for trout required reading vast tomes written by masters that had gone before me, years of experience reading the water, a Ph.D. in Entomology, intelligence, stealth, delicate and precise casts. Then I happened across ol’ Billy Bob one day on the river. He was a 12-pack in, using a “strike indicator” the size of the Queen Mary and fishing out of a hammock with some of his own belly button lint lashed to a hook. As I heard him whoop out loud for the 15th time in past 20 minutes, “hey, looky there, I got me another hawg”, it dawned on me that I might be over thinking this sport.
“Oh God. Im okay, I okay. Ahhhhh….7 ball corner pocket. Here we go.”
YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND … IT WAS A FISH OF A LIFETIME.
Today is going to be a Zebco day.
“Night, Night keep that fly line tight!”
Dude, I said we were going to cast for haddock, not from your hammock….
Unlike most other forms of casting, the Hammock Cast requires YOU to be loaded instead of the rod.
One is one too many; One more is never enough
“I knew he was going to show up with a coffee can full of worms”
I was practicing my “Pick up and lay down” casting!
I’m FLYING………
Approach quietly, as we observe the sleeping and drinking habits of the elusive North American Beer Bellied Bait Caster
I swore to my wife I was going to fish more on this drinking trip….
Damn it, I slept in past the caddis again.
“Is this rod made by Rainer or PBR?”
“He lay before us, not on a bank of the Big Blackfoot River, but suspended above the earth, free from all its laws, like a work of art. “
Time to catch me one o’ them whiteboy earbass.
Friends don’t let friends drink and spin fish.
Who cares about the caption, doesn’t anyone else just want to slap the guy? He’s got a spinning reel and a bobber on fly rod, he didn’t make it up in time for the early morning bite, and hey – if you have quality beer like Rainier on hand, what the hell do you need the other domestics for?
The making of a perfect wet dream ….
Last out, first in
Dave! Come on this issue is finished time to move on the the next one.
Last time I’m fishing with Jeremy Wade…where the hell am I ???
“i guess this is what happens when i pass out in my wading boots..instead of drawings on my face its a spinner reel on my fly rod..”
Bobber fishing is exhausting
Damn. What the hell happened… I’ve got a splitting headach, do I not know where I am, and those assholes rerigged my favorite rod. Is nothing sacred?
Look what I caught! A bakers dozen of beer fish!
An angler will experience a beer run once in his life if he is lucky, and will therefore fish for the elusive beer to complete exhaustion….
A hard days work deserves to be rewarded with such a fine selection of craft beers.
Gone fishing, be back before dinner………
A possible explanation of how fishing stories turn into tall tales.
South Andros is for suckers, now THIS is a vacation.
Caught more beer than fish!
One worm in every can…
Dude, I asked for another beer. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?
God… Can’t get my foot on the ground to stop the world spinning… maybe this’ll work.. Work dammit!
What my wife thinks I do when I go fishing
Its like they say, enough beer can make anybody pretty..even a spinning rod……but he still had to drink 13 of them before he finally saw it;)
It’s five o’clock! Let’s go fishin’!
Joe, having just returned from the Bahamas to find that his girlfriend left him and took the boat and bank account with her, invested in a hammock and as much beer as the coins in his truck cab could buy. Even though he spent 16 days in a Buffett- and beer- inspired coma, when he awoke, the fish were feeding on the most incredible hatch he had ever seen. If only he could reach his F**in’ rod….
Coyote Ugly…
The fate of a bait-fisherman after his futile attemp to fly fish.
49 bottles of beeeer on d wall….49 bottles of beeeeeeeer….you take one down pass it around…oh shit…this aint funny…damn spinning reel and bobber on my fly pole….somebodies gettin an ass whoopin when i get out o’ this contraption!
49 bottles of beeeer on d wall….49 bottles of beeeeeeeer….you take one down pass it around…oh shit…this aint funny…damn spinning reel and bobber on my fly pole….somebodies gettin an ass whoopin when i get out o’ this contraption!
I’m not sure he understood what we meant when we said tie one on.
Spin Fail
Really officer I had no idea there was a limit on bottle bass.
Does this rod make my butt look big?
There’s one method to avoid the spins!
She may have got the house……. But I totally won.
Jimmy had been thinking about big females all day, but it wasn’t until the 12th beer that he finally got the courage to grab his rod in public.
Fly Fishing, the New Homeless Craze That Allows Them to Feed Themselves! …In Other News: Local Fly Shop Owners Can’t Explain the “Urine and Hot-Dog” Smell Thats Driving Away Business.
Patiently, amongst the damp streamside grass, the pale morning dumb spinner waits for the right conditions fall.
Patiently, amongst the damp streamside grass, the pale morning dumb spinner waits for the right conditions to fall.
“No peeing in the river” huh, whose lame rule is that?
How drunk? On a scale from 1 to 10? Well… I’m using a float rod.
Double vision: twice the hatch, twice the fish.
Looks like Dan to me…
No need to say more, right?
“…press 3 for repairs…”
“Pabst blue ribbon, keeping bobbers on the bank since 1844”
Guys, I’m only picking up my three Rainier cans, you’re gonna havta, clean up the rest, of this…o.k., who’s been screwin’ with my rod!
Dear Penthouse……..
You’re not going out there dressed like that, end of story… Now go put on something with some class, like that nice black Ross you have.
Hmmmmmm which one of these rods do I need to use?… Yep, the middle one will catch fish..
So when you’re bow-fishing, you want to sight along your arrow just like this …
I fell in love with you the first time we met.
I love you man!
You did say the secret was a dead drift right?
You are beautiful – slim, black and obedient.
May the rod go on forever and the party never end…
Meticulously fishing “Hammock Beach.”
“Coyote Beauty”
Marry me right now!