How’s this for intimidation? My mom snapped this photo on a fence in England that leads down to some prime trout water. Apparently, this creek is protected by killer flesh eating lambs from hell…
Bizarre and oh so funny…until one of the cute little buggers gnaws off your leg! So, before trespassing, I guess you have to ask yourself one thing: Do I feel lucky? Well do ya punk??
(NOTE: This article originally ran in the April 2009 issue of Salmon Trout Steelheader Magazine)
Rush hour traffic is at a standstill on the graffiti-caked overpass 40 feet above our heads. Impatient commuters lay on their horns and bang on their steering wheels like caged monkeys as we hike towards the river. I step over a used rubber glove and then crouch down at the water’s edge near a soiled diaper. I try not to touch the water for fear of contracting some sort of unspeakable disease. A yellow Prestone jug floats by and almost looks as if it’s glowing in the low evening sun.
“Ain’t she beautiful, bro?” my guide asks with a huge grin.
This is definitely not my idea of paradise, but when my spinner gets crushed on the first cast and line starts ripping off my reel at an alarming rate, I start to reconsider. But let me back up here…Click here to read more…
Though I’m sure some folks will find this incredibly difficult to believe, I must confess:
Yes, even we fishing pros occasionally (or slightly more often than that!) get a big, fat case of…
The dreaded disease, slipperlyslimyfigeritus. Otherwise known as “Butterfingers”
So, to prove that those of us in the professional ranks aren’t god-like super hereos, but instead mere mortals just like yourselves, I present you with these fine examples from the blooper reel.
Cue the goofy circus music with the cartoon car crash soundtrack!