Brother Tob turns 50

The 50 yard line, half time, end of the first half, call it what you will, turning the big five-O is a big deal, and the truth of the matter is that, it's really more like  2/3rds of the way, but let's stay opptunist, and stick with, "happy 50th birthday brother Tob," from all the Magnificent originals, and the latest additions as well!

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

(editorial note: photo's indicate friend(s) who support fellow fishermen in muddy situations both physical & poachatorial