Starlite Starbrite

Found. Fisher -Santa. Ho-ho-holy mackeral! "Christmas was months ago", you say. To which Troutslayer replies, "Leave me alone. Happy New Year."

All weather radials

Lost. The Michelin Snowman. Almost as elusive as the Sasquatch. Must have 4 wheel drive, Onstar and a corn-cob pipe holder. Yeah, I don't get it either. Not the corn-cob pipe, the blog.

Which came first?

The beer bong or the frisbee? Who knows? Lost. College memories. Many, many, pre-game football memories...game football memories...post-game football memories. You get the idea. On a safety note, at least we all rode that bike home.

Here kitty kitty

Found. A serious discussion between myself and this girl, regarding the dimensions of her hand. "Do you have extremely small hands?", I ask. "No", she replies, "this mountain lion is extremely large." "Oh, in that case, do you know of any nearby port-o-potties?"

Just the essentials

Lost. Toothpicks. Vodka, whiskey, bloody mary mix and beer; whew!. Beef jerky; yes sir. Propane and charcoal; of course. Water; sure. Coffee presser; you didn't see that. A couple fishing rods soaking in a pot; check. Now where the hell are those toothpicks?

What a grand place

Found. A huge friggin' canyon somewhere in Arizona. So huge, I'd bet you could see it from space. Someone should write about this place. Seriously, its pretty big.

Market Fresh

Found. Surely a record brown trout - floating comfortably on the roof of the local grocer. If I could catch him, I'd quit fishing. No I wouldn't.