LMAO!!!!

I guess you had to be there. Just hearing the stories again is cracking me up.

<YARFFFF!>

"Crap B-RUN, what the hell was that?"

<YARFFF! My spleen. YARRRRFFFF! ...and liver.>

"Damn. That's ok. I hear they grow back."



Thank goodness for being the Bow Biatch on this trip. Had the entire Bow to myself with plenty of action to keep me occupied. Not to mention, the wind (and lake of puke spray) in my face!

The two fishing highlights were watching a 30+ pound king come to the surface with my bait and as I dropped the herring back down, the beast started chewing on the bait like there was no tomorrow. That was quickly followed by a big SWING AND MISS by me! D'oh! The other was watching a nice coho come up to the surface and completely inhale the orange banana lead. The take down was amazing, especially when it spit the lead. Was truly a violent hit. Pretty cool.

The lowlight of the trip was when Erica smacked her grape on the bulkheads. Man, that SOUNDED like it hurt. Low and behold, from the look on her face and tears in her eyes, it DID hurt. Ouch.