Save a lion's heart

Found. Oz public advertizing at the Loaf n Jug. The oompa-loompas will be so pleased. Oh wait, thats a different story. Must be the gas fumes.

Speechless

Lost. Words. Mine. This pretty much sums it up for me. I guess I could end the blog right here and now. But I won't. Not that anyone cares or reads it, but the dork-0-meter needs just a few more quarts to have a full tank.

Any time is a good time for cake

Found. A die hard fishermen. Way more dedicated than the self proclaimed "troutslayer". This guy is a little stiff around the edges but he holds onto fish with no equal. And when its time for dinner, the spatula is right there, firmly glued to the head.

Rippin' lips

Found. Trout politico. I'm pretty sure I know where this guy falls on the Gitmo debate.

Eggs Whatever

Found. Breakfast beer. Actually, the beer can be any style or flavor as anything will compliment this fine morning cuisine. The key to "Eggs Whatever" is to not be picky. Just be hungry. Many a culinary pro cannot produce such a feast. This will get you through a long day on the river...after no less than a couple trips to the outhouse first of course.

Nutrition 101

Found. Enough of the 4 food groups to sustain a living. But you can toss the eggs and the pita bread. The 3 day old rice (my estimate) and the "Old Mill" should get you by. Ah to be young and mildly healthy again...

Good luck charm

Lost. The space between this guy's mouth and that of a fine brown trout. Though I am happy to report the creature was released unharmed...if not a bit bewildered.