- Tue Apr 19, 2016 4:48 pm
The next morning we woke up to this.
The big-tittied weather girls were now predicting a snowmageddon, so Willi and Lurgee bailed.
Hogleg and Lando said, "We've got Tundras, so fuck it. We're staying."
Hogleg cooked up a great batch of massive breakfast burritos and then we moseyed on down to the river.
It was cold.
But that didn't stop Lando from sticking fish.
Hogleg and Greenback wanted to do some shooting later in the day, so they both refrained from drinking that morning.
Once we were all good and icy, we jumped in the truck and looked for a spot where they could shoot.
They made sure the hillside was good and dead before we packed up and went back to the lake.
Lando then infused the foldy-chair with some supremely powerful fishing mojo.
Greenback hooked up.
I somehow managed to catch one as well.
We left the lake, hit a couple more spots, and called it a day.
That morning before we left Lando had put an elk roast in a crock pot, and we came home to this.
It was incredibly good.
By the time dinner ended I was pretty well lubricated, and so when Greenback said, "Let's go to the bar!" I unwisely said, "Great idea!"
Someone has some hysterical pictures that document everything that happened next, but that person is not me, and since my memory of that night is a bit hazy I'll let one of the other boys tell that tale. Or not.