SCOTT'S BIG FAT BASS

Yes, Scott "WallyBoy" Robertson finally got a big fat bass. He caught it in Warm Creek and destroyed my chances for the triple hat trick. But doesn't he look great in his new outfit from Walmart. He always makes me take him shopping when we go fishing.

THE DAY PART DEUX

At Lake Powell it is simply known as THE DAY. THE DAY for all of you neophites, was April 18, 2008. What happened on that day made bass angling history. I caught a record setting 18 bass. This feat has not been equaled until strange as it seems, today. The anniversary of THE DAY. It was THE DAY PART DUEX. I might have come up one of two bass short, but there was no comparing the weight. Today's fish were TOADS. What a day, what a day.
Scott and I have a daily competition, first fish, biggest fish, and most fish. Needless to say I killed him. Not even close. I think he caught 6. So after two days of fishing, I have made double triples. If I stay on my game tomorrow I will take the TRIFECTA.
As an interesting footnote, last time Shannon and I were here we got to hear what sounded like several coyotes howling back and forth to each other up in Fence canyon. Well we heard it again today with an extra bonus. As we were fishing the coyote came right down to the water by us. It wasn't scared at all by us. As a matter of fact, it actuallt laid down on the rocks right next to us and watched us fish. As a foot foot note, that is not a bass with a butt claw, that is a bass with a crawdad claw coming out of it's bottom. I performed a clawectomy on it after the photo was taken much to the fishes delight.

LAKE POWELL TRIP

Snotty and I are at Powell. Weather was a little chilly today, supposed to be nicer tomorrow. I caught 6 or 7, Scott caught 2.



How about that fat little toad.










I don't know if I want a ho makin my pie.

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY IT'S MY BIRTHDAY

Guess what day it is? The day the Titanic sunk? Yes but no. The day Lincoln died? Yes but no. The day Leonardo da Vinci was born. Yes, but no. It's my birthday. Born the only son of a poor white family on April 15 in the year of our Lord MCMLII. There is a shiny new quarter for the first person to tell me what year that is. Anyway, feel free to bring expensive gifts to the house or via FEDEX. Sorry but I could only find one photo of myself for your enjoyment and here it is. I can't believe how young I still look and feel.

HERE WE GO AGAIN

The problem was the connecting rod bearing gave up the old ghost.

BULTACO BLOWUP

1. Well after all the work we will be back at it. Went out to Little Moab with Roy and had a blast until the bike seized up. Oh well it was running great just before it happened. Not a problem. What a great bike and the suspension is better than it ever was. On the way back we went over to the the old Top Secret Goshen Supercross Test Facility and checked it out. Full of cows now. None of these photos are in order because this blog site was developed by computer people who don't have a freaking clue how to make anything intuitive. Can't they hire any real humans? How in the Hell do you edit this thing.
   

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