OregonSalmon
08-27-2008, 07:45 AM
Fall and love are in the air which can mean only one thing: KKKKKKIIIIIINNNNGGGGSSSS!!! My left leg is twitching, that being the perfect barometer for an imminent invasion by sea of the mighty and meaty creatures. Early entrance polling numbers at he mouth of the Columbia were so good they had to shut the fishery down. The quota was met quicker than expected which reminds me of my first sexual experience. All signals are go, the stars are aligned, the berries are ripe, the elk are looking for "dates" and the fat lady is snacking just getting ready for the first act.
Ah the fall on the north Oregon coast. The time of the year when all is well with the world. The thoughts of suicide or being atop the Astoria Column plucking off the innocent are silenced by the perfect joy given to the lucky few who are able to witness the finest peice of Creation, America's fish, Chinook in tidewater. My faith is tested in the other seasons but in Fall I know there is a God and that he loves me.
Only days before those church bells start ringing and the congregation is called to order. Even sinners of trolling ilk, or hardware chuckers, and yes, bait monkeys are welcome to bask in the joy of a sight none of us wicked men deserve. Each Fall we are forgiven and then blessed.
So all you southern sinners sell the house, the wife and the kids, head north and donate to Pastor Galen's "Church of the Eternal Esturary". For a of a six pack of tall Busch, I will exorcise the demons that everyday life has wrought upon you. No longer will you be burdened by the sin of hard work and family values. You too can enjoy the fruits and innear peace of being a fish bum. There is hope for all to become one with the Chinook.
Don't delay for salvation is only two weeks away. Repent!!! Head north!!! And remember, God loves you.....deal with it.
Ah the fall on the north Oregon coast. The time of the year when all is well with the world. The thoughts of suicide or being atop the Astoria Column plucking off the innocent are silenced by the perfect joy given to the lucky few who are able to witness the finest peice of Creation, America's fish, Chinook in tidewater. My faith is tested in the other seasons but in Fall I know there is a God and that he loves me.
Only days before those church bells start ringing and the congregation is called to order. Even sinners of trolling ilk, or hardware chuckers, and yes, bait monkeys are welcome to bask in the joy of a sight none of us wicked men deserve. Each Fall we are forgiven and then blessed.
So all you southern sinners sell the house, the wife and the kids, head north and donate to Pastor Galen's "Church of the Eternal Esturary". For a of a six pack of tall Busch, I will exorcise the demons that everyday life has wrought upon you. No longer will you be burdened by the sin of hard work and family values. You too can enjoy the fruits and innear peace of being a fish bum. There is hope for all to become one with the Chinook.
Don't delay for salvation is only two weeks away. Repent!!! Head north!!! And remember, God loves you.....deal with it.