Reply With QuoteWhat was he planning on doing with this surfboard? Wouldn't even Lake Washington be better for that kind of thing?
the Menehune stole my beer
I've run into some weird stuff out flyfishing over the years.........a couple doing it 'Fido Style' on the banks of the Green, various rock tossing idiots, two high-school-age girls who thought it would be funny to throw an empty vodka bottle at my head from a high bank while I was standing in the middle of the river (damn thing just missed my right ear), a guy who tossed a stick into the hole I was fishing for his dog to retrieve WHILE I WAS FIGHTING A SUMMER RUN on the N. Fork Stilly etc.................but tonight took the cake.
I took a lunchbreak on the Cedar, met and shared a hole with Pontooner and RivLake (nice to meet you guys!) then went back to my office to finish out the day. My wife called and said "come home early, let's meet friends for beers at RiverRock at Maplewood"...........never one to shirk a beer tasting, I left around 4 and stopped for the obligatory cast or 15 on the way home. Well...........................no shit...............a guy walked up and plopped a SURFBOARD into the hole I was fishing and started paddling around like Laird Hamilton on the north shore of Oahu............right where my indicator was floating through the pool. No words were necessary.......this fine specimen was obviously missing some key brain cells so I just left laughing. What else can you do?
Only on the Cedar..................................
I'll see you on the north shore, bitch.
What was he planning on doing with this surfboard? Wouldn't even Lake Washington be better for that kind of thing?
That's what you get for fishing the Cedar....
A big ass lead eye streamer hurts when it hits Somebody's head.
But somehow I think he's been hit in the head to many times.
another damn rookie
Coastie's are wierd!
"Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch. Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote."
--Benjamin Franklin 1759
you know mingo, i don't know if it's the brew ha, has talking or just the kind of characters you and youmr wife seem to be, but when i was reading your post ansd read the comment where your wife said come home early and let'sd meet some friends........... i immedialty played out in my heand..... for a little manashatiou. i know i butchered that speeliing. anyway to finish reading that it was about meeting for beers was really diassapointing. well, sorry to here iof your misfortunes, people are idiots.,
Now I know why I advoid King county, too many weirdos!
Banned or Parked
Really? Have you seen a man eat his own head?
No?
So then you haven't seen everything!
Tune in to am 550 on your radio dial for the Cedar river surf report. Currently the waves are 0 ft. A nice break showing on the second hole, but watch out for the fly fisherman.............
Not Quite A Luddite, But Can See One From Here
Re: Now I've Seen Everything...........
Great response, Mingo...your civility and open bemusement at his self-righteous act of stupidity was exactly NOT what he hoped for and undoubtedly did NOT fit into his stereotyped idea of a how a fisherman would respond.
You made him the loser, in case there was any doubt.
Good on ya. Seriously.
Whereas today a luddite would reject new technology because it is new, the (original) Luddites were acting from a sense of self-preservation rather than merely fear of change.
i guess there must be some good breaks on the lower cedar. For all these years ive been driving all the way to westport like an idiot.
maybe the guy was gonna float down the river one his surfboard like and innertube? And when he looked downriver he decided not to. That is still a very dumb idea and the guy definately didn't think it through. But that could be one logical explanation.
You should have set the hook Mingo to see how your tippet would have held.
Daryle
One place I like to fish/cast/run the yellow lab on the Rogue is fairly easy to get to for family outings. No problem with me as the bar is 3-4 hundred yards long. Plenty of room for everyone ... or so I'd have thought.
Family there two afternoons ago; I'm there to 'test drive' a few spey lines on a new 2-hander rod. After 'yarn casting' to get the feel of the line/rod I'll shift over to a large heavy fly (read that "feather brick") to get the idea how the line/rod will handle the 'rig.'
So, FAT is the middle name of this group .. DUMB AS STUMPS are the collective first names. Now they've been watching me do my thing (not the first time by the way) and the 'older' of the kids desides to 'float' down the river and swims right in front of where I'm casting. (I'd moved down stream close to 100 yards below them.)
Kid pulls into the shallow water and I tell him he needs to move so I don't accidently hook him with the hook. "What Hook?" "The one on the end of my leader." "What's a leader?" "The 15 foot of monofil. that has a VERY LARGE hook on the end of it."
"Will it hurt?"
You get the idea how this 'went' for the next couple of minutes. Finally told the kid to get the hell out of the water before he needed to go to the hospital due to a case of total stupidity.
That he got ....Frickin' un-real .. and I'm paying for his bloody "Eddie-U-cAtun." ("just another brick - between the ears -in the wall?")
Fred Evans
Rogue River Rat Pack
Last summer I was on the Nisqually casting to resident cutts with a 2 hand 6 wgt. A Dad and four kids arrive and watch for a while as I hook, land and release a few fish. The kids take off to the truck, get their tubes and start floating through right where I'm fishing. I take a break and let them float through, then go back to casting. Kids run back up stream and start floating again. I decided they were just to stupid to realize they could get hooked and packed it in.
After taking off my waders and putting the rod away I walked back down to the river and the kids are sitting very quietly on the bank while Dad is spin fishing right where I had been standing.
Great way to use your kids.
Last edited by Ron Eagle Elk; 06-26-2006 at 09:09 AM.
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