I really, really like GLoomis rods, but…I ain’t doing THAT!

I’m with ya on the whole “Fear no Fish” deal, pal, but “Fear no Needle” is another story for me. Hell, I wouldn’t let Hedi Klum get near my soft white underbelly with a needle, let alone some huge biker guy named Spike.

You’ve gotta admire his team spirit, though…and his huge cajones.

I met this gentleman while I was launching my boat last fall at Merritt’s Landing on the Lower Sacramento River. I spotted the tat and immediately struck up a conversation. He said that he’d just had the work done and was totally fired up with how it turned out (no argument there). The guy was totally cool and was stoked when I asked to take a picture.

I didn’t, however, ask what his wife thinks about it…

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