North Oregon coast report

[OregonSalmon]

Whain, whain, whian. Wheely whet. All wheek long. Whivers up. Good lord, the rain hit the brain and I have turned into Elmer Fudd. Whow.

[Bill Kiene semi-retired]

Sounds like fly tying weather up there?

[Darian]

Make that fwy tying weatha.... Now I'm befuddled....

[David Lee]

Cwazy Wabbits .........

David

[sculpin]

If you have good wain gea you could twy cwabbing and dwinking bea when you can't use your dwift boat and fishin wods.

It must be an Oregon winter affliction that shows itself when the rivers are blown.

Mark

[OregonSalmon]

Funny boys, funny boys!!! I guess fly fishing has driven us to the eight level of silliness. Used to fish tidewater on the Nestucca for salmon day after day, and all day long. Get a might rummy after awhile. I could have been the oddest dude at a Dead concert after the third week sans acid. Did some long rows in the pram and one day came up with this song.
Sung to the tune of "Popeye the Sailor Man": "I'm Galen the feesherman...I live inside a beer can....I rows down da rivers....and blackens mes livers...I'm Galen the feesherman!!!

Of course the next day I was committed and to make matters worse the bite got hot. That didn't help my recovery one bit.