Wow, where do I start with this one. Friday was slow fishing in bone-chilling wind on the Hoh. HarborHog, Nick and myself went 3 for 6 or something pathetic like that. That evening we rendezvoused with Fly and Fishhead5 in the palacial environment of room-1 at the Amanda Park no-tell Motel for drinks. Fishhead5 and HarborHog each took a Tylenol PMS and went to bed before Fly, Nick and I, which wasn't a bad move on their behalf in retrospect, because we hurt ourselves BAD. I can tell you sitting on a frozen bench seat outside in 20-degree weather at midnight in my bare feet stairing at what little food I'd eaten that day in the grass is not cool.

I staggered inside afterward and made it until 2:00 Am when Fly and I finally passed out. I Vaguely remember Nick in the background persecuting us with a volly of, "Ya bunch of pu$$ies. If you stay up another 15 minutes I'll put you on the cover of STS." Fuc% it, was all I could think as I dozed off.

Saturday was ugly. Imagine three poisoned individuals sitting in a restaraunt waiting for food while Fly enlightened the staff and other clientel with his four-letter word vocabulary. I have finally met someone who swears more than me. We hit the river by Noon. I could still smell vodka coming though my skin at 3:00 and I swear I could have blown a 0.05 had I been pulled over driving home that evening.

Fishing was slow on Saturday. I think we went 3 for 5. I've gotta give Fly credit, that boy can fish and he knows his river. All these guys are salt-of-the-earth buds and I enjoyed hanging with them. I put together a video I'll post as soon as Parker puts it on his Mac and sends me the link.