Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Hot


The phone rings. It's Cope.

Whatcha doin'?

Not much. It's hot.

Let's go fishin'. I can leave work early today.

It's 94 freakin' degrees Cope!

Yeah. It'll suck.

Yes. It will. 



What time can you be here?

9 comments:

e.m.b. said...

Hot. Yet, still happy...

Matt said...

Nice. There's never a good excuse to not fish.

Dustin's Fly Box said...

i hear yeah.. It is a cool day in vegas at 93 degrees

Cofisher said...

Damn, I thought this was about me.

Mike said...

Sad, but true Erin. Still happy.

Matt, you're absolutely right. Never!

I hear ya, Dustin,and don't know how you do it. But is your dew point 70 degrees? You need gills around here.

Howard, Howard, Howard... It's always about you. :-)

Fly Waters Edge - Kevin said...

Catch anything?

Mike said...

A quartet of small bass and a handful of bluegill that were unlucky enough to hit my #1 hook just right. It was as hot as advertised so the highlight was the post-fishing beverages on the back porch.

Cope said...

I'd say the post-fishing beverages and tales are my favorite part of fishing. Only thing missing was the cigars:-)

Ken G said...

Yeah. It'll suck.

Out my way I have what I call Death Marches. Fishing trips that are an absolutely bear.

You wouldn't believe the interest I get in them.

"You guys do know I call them Death Marches for a reason, don't you?"

The more you can guarantee how much it's going to suck, the more interest there is.

Go figure.