It was, clearly, a damn good time, with good folks.
Special thanks to Fallen for doing the work to bring everything together, to opening up his home and his waters to a bunch of unruly wackos he mostly knows from the innernet; and to the #rivermilitia crew for taking care of a bunch of strangers and always going to extra mile to try to put us on uncooperative fish. I mostly hung out with Greg and Jeremy, whom I knew from previous Rustbelt bakes, but everyone deserves special thanks. You’re all expected to come up north to fish steelhead.
Thanks to Palometa, BM Barrelcooker, and to BGH, who hung with us, piloted us about, and also tried unsuccessfully to put us on big fish. If you ever meet BGH, ask him the origin of his handle. If the story I heard is true, it comes from an encounter with a Charo lookalike in a Montauk bar, and is worth the listen.
Average Joe is one part Ken Kesey, one part Walter Mitty, and one part Harvey Keitel’s character in Pulp Fiction. If you ever get a chance to fish or hang with him, don’t turn it down. It’s always an adventure. Pxatim was the reliable rock – driving when driving was needed, pounding out delicious food, and quietly doing the work to make the camp life flow smoothly.
West Chester, TJ Brayshaw, RockyMtnHigh: y’all are solid dudes and I look forward to fishing with you again soon.
Back to Fallen: Nice job, brother. Now get back to work. You have a year to organize next year’s FallenBake, and you’ll have to work pretty hard to top this year (and top it you must). I expect there’ll be more folks willing to brave the wilds of SW Ohio next year – especially if you arrange it so there’s some fucking fish around.