I try my best to order a few jigs from ya all sorry tie-ers and spread what little wealth I have. It is the holiday season and here in VA I strive to plunk a
Thanksgiving-theme or the tradirional Mello Yello- Pink Xmas tie. Let it be known I never fish these, cuz they are way too purdy. This coming year I hope to display all I have got from all in the last 5 yrs here in a shadow box.
And do not disbelieve me. I have had been the lucky recipient that has had the good fortune from knowing guys like Boscoe and Mikeb here in Va, not to mention a whole buncha other state cats who have been so kind as to offer me some, but viewers-in from other states that I have seen advertising their ties. I have not ever donated a cent to C.c, for all my posts, but feel I have patronized members and therefore can justify being aCheapskate.

Slab, I hope this will pave the way to stay at yur place and be welcome to split chores with yur missus makin breakfast. I am trustworthy man, and a midwesterner from birth. Shirley that gives me some kinda IN without having Wally for a boyfriend on Ray Bob.

This makes me feel good about being Jewish. After all, I AM from Minnesota, and my family name is Crappiebinowitz. I am gonna be needing some jigs from
the Southern Baptist black dude who passes as a Northern Methodist Whitie far as I care. Damnit man, pardon the nomenclature but I always git you confused with that cat who hangs out near Rayburn/Toledo Bend. I fergit his name but he is a jig-tiein' mofo. I used to be homophobe but now I hate all
folks of all colors equally so get off my case. What I want is some Santa Claus jigs, and those of you aint up to it best find some green & red hairs and plant em if you would, please, on a 1/16th plain leadhead. That Monk and I have had our problems doing business but it is his own fault having such a hot ol'lady. A conflict of interest if you will, with Mrs Monk selling most of Monks stuff just by being hot while Monk is uglier than sin. That sucker and his ol lady know how to market by golly. He drove me a hard deal at the Richmond Fishin Show on a rod and talked me into some killer jigheads but I will forgive the both. Our new Mod, PanMan, was present and as always, suffering from colon cancer, and wussed out on us. We have no respect for the sucker, and somehow he worked his way up from flatuation in the boat ramp. And snickered, with a giggly smug look. He even had the breach of ettiquette by shaking his pants leg out in the LCR parking lot and sharing this with the group.
It was awful.