Dubois Wy

Yo Blog followers, (Roger & Colby) I know its been a while. First off, I didn't really fish much this summer; and secondly the rivers that I did fish were old favs--not worth talking about or looking at again. This summer's adventure is really the first one worth talking about.

Let me start with the statement, "Its never about the fish, its about the adventure." I can't say that enough. Hell yes catching a lot of fish is great, and big fish are even better. But driving through the west in search of new water, I could do it eternal.

But not everyone feels the same way I do about the Cowboy state. Some, in fact view the entire state as a desert wasteland. I say let the world hate Wyoming, all the better for me. All you assholes who are afraid of open desert, go back and sit on your couch. If you are too big of a candy ass to gas up, and grab a burger in one of the Cowboy's shitty lil towns, then go back to Aspen, Park City, or Sun Valley. Stay in Jackson and slug down pints of Amber Ale at one of the cute bars, or the Silver Dollar. I prefer you stay the hell out of the rest of the state--leaves more room for me. I officially declare I am not just a Utard, but a Wyomer as well. State lines do not confine me--I am free to roam beyond the 100th meridian.

The worst think a person could do is dig in a little and find that Wyoming is more than meets the eye.