Return of the Ow.

'Cause we're kinda dumb like that.

Ow, revisited.

Spent a little time this afternoon on the Gong Show Flats, chasing the small and generally enjoying the spectacle of public fishing. Fishin' was good, but it turns out catchin' was better - We got a whopper.



We were bending over to release a fish when the hook came free under tension...Let's just say that we're happy we were wearing glasses, or we woulda been diggin' a bead out of our left eye.

Not exactly the worst hook job we have endured recently, but it still stung a tad. Owner Mosquitos are sharp little buggers, but next time we'll figure out a better way to check the sharpness of our hooks.

Meanwhile, back at the Ranch...

Narwhal is back in town for a week or two, so after a late-AM wakeup call - D-gro and RiFlo got all married up yesterday, you understand, on account of D finally getting a real job, and the riff-raff they invited are big beer drinkers, and there was beer to drink...But we digress.

Ahem.

After a late-AM wakeup call, we moseyed on up to the ranch with the Narwhal to see if there was any livestock to play with. Sunny day, beautiful weather for a little trip... After a quick ride we were at the low-tide end of things, where we proceeded to get down and funky with the locals.

5 hours and a wicked sunburn later, we called off the hounds and retreated. Several crateloads of fish were hassled, many rigs and hooks were snapped off in the chum-flavored water, and much fun was had by all.

Narlie with a friend.


The back pasture...nice char, man.


Gettin' to the point in the year where days off are a commodity - If we can have a few more like this'n, we'd be set.

20 reasons we like summer.