2012 - a photographic review

Well, THAT one went by fast.

2012 is over and done with, and the speed with which the years fly by seems to be increasing in direct proportion to age of the observer. The cobwebs around the collegiate algebraic functions portion of our brain are pretty thick, but if we remember correctly, a fella could make the case that age has a terminal velocity and it seems as if we are rapidly approaching it. Judging by our lack of memory, loss of fine motor skills, and the weird places that our hair wants to grow these days, we're pretty sure that we're close to being officially old, if not then at least feeling that way every morning.

At any rate, that's another one in the books. Another handful of non-resident fishing licenses, a few more nooks and crannies explored, a few more places on the map that we can now erase the "here be dragons" remarks. A few more RoadTrips, a couple more RoadFood spots, a metric assload of plane rides, and a whole pile of river time...2012 might have flown by, but we wouldn't trade it for the world.

 

  

 

RoadTrip '13v1 kicks off in a little over 58 hours...

Can't wait, fisha.

Christmahaunakwanzaakah

'Tis the season, fella.

Once again, we got no excuse for not keepin' y'all up to date with the machinations of the Neil Creek Conglomerate, but you knew that. We're just lazy, and we pretty much forgot about this end of things all fall. The old blog was lettin' the Edust settle pretty hard, so we figured we would haul it out and dust it off for the holidays.

Fall brought about a couple of fun excursions into places that actually have fish around more than 6 months out of the year, so once we get around to seeing if any of the pretty pitchers we took while on out on vacation actually have anything worth seeing, we'll let you know.

In the meantime, here's one from the last good day on the home field.

In other news, we seem to have developed a fetish for old reels of the clickyclicky persuasion. Some of you may recall our stance on those to be rather brutish and uncouth, but we gotta admit that they are fun as hell, the main reason being that they are so damn annoying to a fellas fishin' partners.

We just adopted this one.

Sure, it might look like the previous owner used it to feed his dog from, but for the price of one wading boot, we'll take it. It has the 3 5/16" foot, which is a pain in the ass, but nothin' a fella can't take care of with a hacksaw and a little gumption.

Happy Christmahaunakwanzaakah, kids. We'll try to be around a little more after the holidays, but as usual we can't promise nothin' - after all, RoadTrip '12v5.1 commences in a little under 36 hours.

See you in Barbecueland.

Another year, another 365 days older.

In case you forgot, tomorrow is our birthday.

Send all gifts and cash donations to the Neil Creek Center for Anadromous Salmonid Research, c/o G_Smolt.

As for us, we're probably gonna be too busy to get our party on, and at any rate, gettin' our party on at this age means staying up late enough to see that Conan kid do his crazy talk show.

Another year closer...to what, we don't know.

But the trip is sure fun as hell.

Center, Left.

We would trot out the "We've been busy..." excuse to explain away a lack of communication on our part, but we've used it so many times that it's worn pretty thin.

We don't really have an excuse this time. Laziness, poor manners, procrastination...we covered them all, and we're pretty sure it is one of them, but which one we don't know.

At any rate, life is good. We have been spending a lot of time in the Center Left seat of a few aircraft and have been thoroughly enjoying the hell out of it.

Here's a few pics from the last 6 weeks. More to follow, whenever we get around to it next.