I'd like to also express gratitude for all the gang for pitching in on getting Tob a new rod, lovingly named "Tob's Chode."
Brother Tob you are one hell of a good friend, and too much fun to fish with. But greater yet, you are a true master at putting another log on the fire. You have a true knack at drawing out the poison, while melting bottles on the fire. "Good times equals wind chimes."
This trip helped me remember some old addidges:
*Fishing isn't about catching fish, it's about fishing. But catching fish kick's ass
*Good friends, good food, good drink, good times
*Its poaching the second you get caught
*Friends do let friends sink in the mud, because they claim you'll get out
*Fishermen tell flat out bold lies, and even when they don't, they struggle to find the line between fantasy and reality