yeah well i went fishing
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I preferred thinking you were like eighty or some shit.
we'll always have buffalo, sweet josh.
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12:50am seppo west coast
Whats Aus time?
Whats Aus time?
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twas 4:51pm.
great. now everybody knows I'm not from austria.
someone's going to tell us to get a room.
great. now everybody knows I'm not from austria.
someone's going to tell us to get a room.
we'll always have buffalo, sweet josh.
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through/threw
You're off your game Mitch.
You're off your game Mitch.
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ltfi doesn't sound like he's got $1, never mind $5.
I choose my battles.
and I could've got away with chose.
I choose my battles.
and I could've got away with chose.
we'll always have buffalo, sweet josh.
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You should probably get some penicillin.

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I believe he's harvesting it right there.
funny, that's how I always pictured jose's pajoojoo waders to look like... but without all the aquaseal.
funny, that's how I always pictured jose's pajoojoo waders to look like... but without all the aquaseal.
we'll always have buffalo, sweet josh.
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That’s OK. I put my Friday cheer in the makes me happy thread on accidents.
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When your choices are between a pedophile religious zealot or a dem suddenly the pedophile religious zealot doesn't sound too bad. - PLOW
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These youngsters won't learn unless you stay on them Mitch.austrotard wrote: ↑Mon Dec 04, 2017 7:28 pmltfi doesn't sound like he's got $1, never mind $5.
I choose my battles.
and I could've got away with chose.
They do. I'll wear them the next time you visit.austrotard wrote: ↑Mon Dec 04, 2017 8:06 pmI believe he's harvesting it right there.
funny, that's how I always pictured jose's pajoojoo waders to look like... but without all the aquaseal.
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@bookiemitch still owes me wonga for the winter swap deadline wager 

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And I owe him money..........you can collect it from Joe.
Once Hagen pays him back.
Once Hagen pays him back.
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I’ve lived within walking distance of a saltwater bay for over twenty years, and I’ve never fished it.
Not once.
This is a photo taken from my backyard. The bay is just beyond the high voltage transmission towers.
A few years back I was sitting in my backyard, drinking a beer, and I thought, “You should really fish that bay.”
A couple of beers and a few whiskeys later, I went online and bought a nine weight rod, a saltwater reel, and a saltwater fly line.
Once everything arrived, I put it with the rest of my fishing shit and promptly forgot about it.
The day after I retired, I got up at around 9:00 AM, put on my bathrobe, cracked open a beer, lit a cigar, and then settled into a rocking chair out on the patio.
When my wife got home from wherever she’d been, she came out on the patio and said, “So! Your first day of retirement! What are you going to do today?”
“This,” I replied.
“All day?”
“Yep. For the next six months, this is about all you can expect out of me. After that I’ll get my ass in gear, but from now until the end of December, this is pretty much all I intend to do.”
“Well… OK... I guess...”
I have to admit that she’s been pretty damn good about it.
Anyway.
Yesterday morning it was cold - in California that means low to mid 50’s - and so instead of drinking on the patio I decided to drink inside and go through my fishing gear.
I came across the nine weight, along with a shitload of shrimp flies I’d tied for all of the Heero swaps that never panned out, and after a few beers thought, ”I think it’s time I fished the bay.”
My wife wasn’t home when I made this decision, so I left her a note that read, “Took a walk. Will be back soon.”
And then I left.
Had I been sober it would have seemed strange walking down the streets of my neighborhood carrying a fly rod, but that was not the case.
I passed by the shit-processing plant…
… and then walked around the old county dump (now a dog park).
And there it was.
I looked at my watch.
It had taken me less than ten minutes to get here.
I kept walking until I found what seemed like a good spot and then started casting.
I didn’t expect much, and I was not disappointed.
After thirty minutes or so I heard someone behind me yell, “Any luck?”
It was an old bait/spin fisherman who’d been plying these waters all of his life.
We started talking, and he gave me the locations of half a dozen different spots that usually produced fish - all within walking distance - including a couple areas where I might pick up a lost salmon or steelhead. He also told me the best months to target stripers.
I thanked him for the information and then headed back home.
I now know what I’m going to tell my wife the next time she asks, “So what are you going to do today?”
Not once.
This is a photo taken from my backyard. The bay is just beyond the high voltage transmission towers.
A few years back I was sitting in my backyard, drinking a beer, and I thought, “You should really fish that bay.”
A couple of beers and a few whiskeys later, I went online and bought a nine weight rod, a saltwater reel, and a saltwater fly line.
Once everything arrived, I put it with the rest of my fishing shit and promptly forgot about it.
The day after I retired, I got up at around 9:00 AM, put on my bathrobe, cracked open a beer, lit a cigar, and then settled into a rocking chair out on the patio.
When my wife got home from wherever she’d been, she came out on the patio and said, “So! Your first day of retirement! What are you going to do today?”
“This,” I replied.
“All day?”
“Yep. For the next six months, this is about all you can expect out of me. After that I’ll get my ass in gear, but from now until the end of December, this is pretty much all I intend to do.”
“Well… OK... I guess...”
I have to admit that she’s been pretty damn good about it.
Anyway.
Yesterday morning it was cold - in California that means low to mid 50’s - and so instead of drinking on the patio I decided to drink inside and go through my fishing gear.
I came across the nine weight, along with a shitload of shrimp flies I’d tied for all of the Heero swaps that never panned out, and after a few beers thought, ”I think it’s time I fished the bay.”
My wife wasn’t home when I made this decision, so I left her a note that read, “Took a walk. Will be back soon.”
And then I left.
Had I been sober it would have seemed strange walking down the streets of my neighborhood carrying a fly rod, but that was not the case.
I passed by the shit-processing plant…
… and then walked around the old county dump (now a dog park).
And there it was.
I looked at my watch.
It had taken me less than ten minutes to get here.
I kept walking until I found what seemed like a good spot and then started casting.
I didn’t expect much, and I was not disappointed.
After thirty minutes or so I heard someone behind me yell, “Any luck?”
It was an old bait/spin fisherman who’d been plying these waters all of his life.
We started talking, and he gave me the locations of half a dozen different spots that usually produced fish - all within walking distance - including a couple areas where I might pick up a lost salmon or steelhead. He also told me the best months to target stripers.
I thanked him for the information and then headed back home.
I now know what I’m going to tell my wife the next time she asks, “So what are you going to do today?”
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