Well....this place just sorta up and died now didn't it.
Final report from the pre-fishers.....mucho smacketh being laideth downeth. Sat's got the BS seperator complete with the digital readout packed up in the truck though. He's gonna seperate the B from the S come about 1:30 tommorrow.
Munta says he's gonna sleep like a baby.
Triton's just happy to be here.
Maj is asking for a late take off. He doesn't like to get up before 8 AM.
Yikess and Speck are erily quiet. I think they're on a strong carp bite and don't want to jinx themselves.
DD says he's planning on whippin me into da dirt, but did admit that he brought a backup gallon of who-do juice to console himself on the long, long, long trip home if it didn't work out.
Bigger hasn't said a word. Not sure if that's confidence or prudence.
Vic is just too cool to say anything, but he didn't even bother to fish today. Said there wasn't much point in it.
Creek and Rock Mike don't know what to think about all this dirty water, but would like to add "Bring it, Baby", just so they fit in with the crowd.
Sat and Torch are having a spat. Something about some cuss words mixed in with a lower unit. Not sure if that's about a motor or..........something else.
And me.....well....I'm just chuckling at all these gewbers. I know something they don't.
Wannabe...
