What You Lookin' At Dawg?

He made me promise not to give up his location... in return he gave up the location of five of his twenty four plus inch homies. These lips are sealed!

More enlightenment for your ears.

Get behind the MULE! Gov't Mule is KING!


Little Feat has the groove, son.

A Short (Film) Story...

A short story is defined as a prose narrative shorter than a novel. The following short (film) story re-accounts the events from the morning of Sept. 24 2010...

You Are What You Eat!

Baked Salmon Anyone?

Friday Cheer Through Pics... "River" Edition

Thursday Tuneage

I like to listen to some good tunes. So I am taking it upon myself to enlighten the fellow readers to some ballin' jams that I think everyone should be mandated to listen to...
Today's jam is from the North Mississippi Allstars-Keep the Devil Down. Turn it up.

Learnin' For A Future Of Earnin'

Yea, yea I know Wednesday has came and gone, and I have failed to bring the goods in the usual humpday fashion. I have been harnessing my inner Urkel as of late with my nose in the books with plans of eventually getting a job where I can buy new rods without having to use the lay-a-way plan. I have also decided that I have enough deadlines in my life lately and this blog should be reflecting the life styles of the ones bringing the goods... LAID BACK! So from here on in I plan on posting up shit ( that has no relevance to fly fishing anyway ) whenever the notion strikes me. With that out of the way we here at FLY would like to present to you a photo we call "The Tug Is The Drug".

J

Friday Cheer Through Pics...

Trout Camp Part III...dang brotha where da trout at?

No words to describe this trip. Actually no wild butter bellys to describe, only their cozy little trout water residence...65 degrees and clear. Sonofabitch the fishing sucked but company was good. Imagine bonaroo or some festival scaled down to 20 of your closest homies w/ one crazy ghey redneck in a cowboy hat trying give out ass whoopins and life lessons(not an invited guest).
Camp fire. Good tunes. Beverages of your choice. Some crazy stories. A few crazy dogs with a little Mississippi leg hound in 'em terrorizing the women and children and the domesticated calm dogs. That pretty much describes our wild outing in the woods of the Blueridge WMA. There will be one or two more outings into the wild before the end of the year...hopefully with some trout to show off. Peace out!

Know How I Know It's Fall...

Even though fall is still 19 days away and counting, fall to this guy starts the moment college football season kicks off. It's cooler weather, being on the river at daylight and back home on the couch 420 in hand, in time to catch kick off... oh yes friends college football is here! Goooo Dawgs!

Friday Cheer Through Pics... Camp Edition

This Is A Pubic Service Announcement...

Let it be known that the fine folks here at FLY " Only Spank Farm ( Or Hatchery ) Raised Fish " and we have the shirt to prove it.

That is all...