I'm tootin' Boots horn because he's too humble to do so :thumb:
For those of you who have enjoyed the writings of our brother, Wadin' Boot over the years, you'll be pleased to know that he has earned some high marks for his literary prowess by winning the 2010 Rusty Gates Memorial Honorable Mention Story • Robert Traver Fly-Fishing Writing Award presented by Fly Rod & Reel
There are some things about Boot that you people do not realize.................in addition to the great work he posts here, he is also an award-winning author of children's books. Some of the best-selling titles in his lauded 'Boys Will Be Boys' series include "Little Hans The Frisky Glans" and "Silly Sammy The Sassy Scrotum".
Boot also wrote a much-revered women's awareness book years ago that was plagiarized and he won millions in his lawsuit against the author and publisher. The bitch that stole his book (and didn't even try very hard to hide it, thinking that her very "chickness" would sway Oprah's book club panel enough to cover her crime) barely even re-titled it! She called her swiped version 'The Vagina Monologues', and Boot's original was the aptly named 'Box Talk'.
Mingo, although I'm having trouble finding a publisher for the Scoutmaster and Priest series of Hardy boys style mysteries, I continue to work on the Mangina Monologues. The guys in that one (Bingo, Bitchy Dog, Chris Scoones, Subalpine Trout, Bryant Gumbles among others) are a minor league Class A ball team. They are uniformly awful, lose every game etc. They ride in a magic short bus driven by a man-hating socially-intolerant witch hell bent on ruining the guys and their special bonds. That character, sort of a wildly hirsute Ann Coulter on steroids, poisons the players, stealing their testosterone, turning them lumpy, like Bob Paulson from Fight Club. All of the men slowly become completely enamored with both bunting and nymphing. In the face of adversity though, they become stronger. They meet a flying unicorn while playing an exhibition match against a travelling Cuban street-urchin team. Duringt he Seventh inning stretch the unicorn leads them back into a field of corn just beyond the outfiled that ends at the most fantastic steelhead river where they recover with the help of bikini hatches and Jerry D's regiments of Dutch oven food and Ive's wood fired pizzas and fried crappie fillets. Meanwhile the Cubans, sensing an opportunity to seek asylum, steal the bus and inherit the curse...damn I'm giving it away again'
Great story really deserves the award Although I did not read the other entries. I have some interesting anticdotes for this story, Finlayson mentioned being from Tucson ( a terrible place to have to grow up) he was probably ruined for live over that lol. And I would point out one discrepency about the fishing in Phoenix that he mentioned did not exsist. In truth there is "almost" no phishing in Phx lol. Of course I am kidding. Great story