Since we are on the topic of droping the Kids Off At The Pool.

How many have had to explain the Half t-shirts to the wife because you forgot to bring TP with ya on the river. I know I must have about a half drawer full. I never have learned.

I remember once when I was a kid driving through the Yukon in winter on our way back to Washington. Took a piss and it froze before it hit the ground. Im not jokeing. It was like 50 below 0 with 20MPH winds. It was one cold SOB.

No half t-shirts, my belly sticks out too far! Plenty of t-shirts with no sleeves and flannals with no arms. Also remember to pull hip boots down far enough!

Experience has brought on two steadfast rules for creekside crappin'.....#1, pulltest that limb BEFORE applying a load (so to speak), and make sure you clear your wader straps!

Remember to hold your buckles in your hands when performing these manuvers!
I had a guy in my boat who returned from the woods with doo doo on his wader buckle! It was cliped back in and non noticed by him totally! He was so embaressed, and I couldent stop laughing!

Bob D

Several years ago while fishing the Hoko with two other fly chuckers we stopped for a lunch break. Mory, who is famous for loose conduct,loose bowels, and is outwardly proud of his ability to "coat the bowl" (laying cable isn't a possible bodily function of his he claims), retired to the brush to punch the mid afternoon time clock. He was gone a longer than what should have been his alotted time frame for blowing mud at high velocity. However, he returned with his norm jovial grin, proceeded to sit down and reached into the cooler (next to me) for an oilcan of Fosters. At that moment Steve and I smelled a stench something akin to a bucket of rotten duck guts. As Mory reached for the cooler I sighted some unscenely and aromatic additions to the fleece gloves he was wearing. "Hey, uh Mory. There's somthing on your glove." I said. In horror, Mory saw the stain of the underworld he'd brought back from his sprayfest in the salal. "JEEZUS that stinks like $hit! Don't touch that cooler!!!" I screamed as I bounded out of range of Mory's mud pie stench. He couldn't figure out how the residue ended up on the palm of his glove and on the hand that stays inactive during the wipe. "Look at your shoulder strap!" I guffawed at him (from a safe distance of course). Mory had failed to keep his wader straps and farmer john polar fleece straps out of the blast zone, coated them, and unknowingly stuck his hand right in it when he yarded his gear back up. Made for a mess, but the dogs at the take out loved him! I think the St. Bernard is still waiting for him to return.

[ 10-30-2001: Message edited by: Chuckn'Duck ]

chucknduck,,,,thats too funny! lmfao

Chuckn'Duck, That was a fine piece of literature. You should enter it into RT's story contest

i used to have more "pairs" of stockings than i do now.

Funny! Hey Chuck & Duck (Dan E.) won my story contest last year. After only one story submitted in 2 days (the one by a friend of mine) I canceled the one I was going to try this fall.

Hey Dan, if you see the Wilson R. running around 4 1/2' to 5 1/2' give me a call or e-mail and we can take my boat down the river for some big chinooks. (while sitting on an inflatable hemi donut ). - Steve