Discussion in 'Fly Fishing Forum' started by CovingtonFly, Jun 17, 2008.
Talk about odor eaters.
just cant quite put my FOOT on it.
It's actually not so bad if you serve it with a side of steamed Reebok choi.
Indeed. Side dish would no doubt be (a) corn.
I got nothin Left.
Washing ashore up there too? Oh never mind...
My theory: Darwinism in reverse. For years I have tried to prove the possibility. Finally, a step in the right direction.
Maybe an aspiring forensic officer will solve the case and get their foot in the door with the department.
Not much going on here... guess I'll hop over to the next topic.
Thanks for the laugh guys, great thread!
Enough already, somebody post a real fishing report. This forum is getting so pedestrian.
Well, hows the beach angling around where the foot washed up?
I'm guessing it was one of their "arch rivals" .
I am shocked that this post is labeled NFR! I'm at home tying a size 12 (men's U.S; not hook) foot fly for SRC's and Coho. Think I can cast that on a 5 wt? What material could I use for the toenails? Something with a flash I think...
Last report said flesh flies were working well. Treacherous wading though with slippery rocks, careful or you'll lose your footing.
This thread sure has me pumped! There's probably a girl with a stilleto involved...
Here's $5 of advice for the Canadian CSI team-
Howsit goin' Bob and Doug,
Why not ask I-tunes to search for a physical therapist that's downloaded some of the following tunes to make an inspirational therapy mix-tape?
She taught me to walk this way...talk this way...
Oh I would walk one thousand miles just to be with you...
I'm walking on sunshine...
You put your left foot in...
This boot is made for walking, and that's just what it'll do
one of these days this boot is gonna walk all over you...
What about that pig farmer killer up in BC? Who would feed the bodies to the pigs right? What we have is a copycat cereal killer. An inspired individual, who is a fly fisherman, who runs an salmon/steelhead farm up there in BC. Yeah he tosses his victims into the fish pens for the fish to eat, poachers he lures into his van on the Thompson River, in the fabled Graveyard run no doubt, perfect! He does it to teach all those folks who eat farmed salmon a lesson! Gumshoe stuff really. Come to think of it, I think he may work on the side as a Korkers distributer, loosing his sole in the process!
THAT'S IT! I'M DRAWING A LINE IN THE SAND WITH MY TOES. YOU GUYS HAVE TO STOP. YOU ARE KILLING ME! MY GOD, WHAT SORT OF FUNGUS WILL YOU PICK AT NEXT? THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING TO GET IN THE WATER. WHAT THE HELL IS A MATTER WITH YOU GUYS?
Wait, thought of something ele. You can pick your friends and you can pick your toes, but you can't pick your friends toes.
Oh yeah, what do you call a guy swimming with no arms or legs? Bob.