Team Celebrity Report: (That was NOT our choice for a team name!)

As Todd has so graciously pointed out Team Celebrity came up a bit short in the fish landed department. But, like all good steelheaders we do have a God's plenty of excuses, and a pretty damn impressive list of accomplishments. First the excuses - In no particular order.

1. Neither Nick or I had eve fished that river.

2. Having Sol talk so much trash assured that we spent a good deal of our day as unwilling targets.

3. Nick was so hung-over/drunk he didn't truly know where he was until about 1:00 P.M. Whereas I, a more season angler was able to speak in multisyallabic words by noon. Although my first complete sentences was at 3:00 P.M. when I said something like, "Goodness gracious, some cretin has shot me and I believe I am on fire."

4. It was cold out and my fuzzy mittens wouldn't cast my Snoopy rod correctly.

5. The winning boat – Team PP looked like a slave galley. It was so big and so loaded with slack jawed yokels it should have been required to be spilt into two or three teams. No steelhead could withstand the barrage of sloppy casts, poor hook sets and inept landing skills displayed by the boat load of crackers Bob had with him. I am not at all bitter, but I consider that win to be pure, dumb, blind luck. Even a blind drunken hog finds a steelhead sometimes.

But, look at what we accomplished.

1. We outlasted all other participants at the kick off cocktail hour, and not by just a little. I believe Pat is still trying to convince his wife that it’s okay to play Metallica at 400 decibels at 1:30 A.M.

2. We definitely set off the biggest ordinance of the day, when the M-80 packed pumpkin went up several bank anglers decided to go fish elsewhere.

3. I believe the rules may change next year to outlaw flares, which will be the direct result of our team's creative use of pyrotechnics designed for safety.

4. I remain the only Snoopy Rod participant to be set on fire by a barrage of fireworks.

For our first effort I think we did well. We will be back. We are already reworking the potato cannon, modifying our balloon launcher and redesigning our pyrotechnic pumpkin. And remember, if we had landed the bites we missed plus one more we would have had six fish. Wait till next year!!!!!!!
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No huevos no pollo.