Fellas, can John Foggerty tell me who will stop the rain? I've been dancing, crawling, even ate a nightcrawler in hopes H20 stops kickin' my Oregon butt. How much sin have I commited for this onslaught of water. I think the Good Lord has a target on my backside. Might try eating oatmeal. Could be salvation.
Fishing report: If you don't use bait, out of luck on the coast. The stoners are ready to roll on the Deschutes. Fun hatch. Amazing you don't catch every fish you cast to. Plus nothing like a stonefly crawling down your shirt. Good bug tickle. Don't eat them. Stick in your throat for hours. Learned the hard way. Took four hours and sixteen beers to wash that bugger down. Hardest buck I ever earned.
I'll be floating below the Broadway Bridge on the Fourth of July to raise money for the animal shelter. My first brain attack was Paddling For Pups. Total failure so my buddy went to the store, bought a bunch of eggs to be tossed at me. Turns out I don't have a lot of friends in this town. Raised $154. Anything for the doggies. On the Fourth, he has lined up 1400 eggs. My new nick is "Floating Omlet". I'm going to be crushed, but anything for the hounds. People loved it! Hell he was getting people off their barstolls! These are guys that only walk when they take a whiz!!! Great fun. Not sure of the legality but what the hay. Have to go to jail every now and for old time sake.
Ya' all take care, and remember, God loves you, deal with it.
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