
Originally Posted by
horseshoer
Dayton & Robbie both steered ya true. mikeb I am lookin forward to meetin ya like gangbusters dude but ol Robbie was onto sumthin when he said a comment about the banjo music. I aint normally one to front out a Crappie.com member, name him out, drag him into anything here online but I got 1 wurd for ya: Berdman. If you need to check on the factuality factor of what is fixin to be related to PM me if I ever clean my box out I will shoot you his phone # and hopefully somehow chat & confide in you about his ol lady and the wanton abandon she goes thru Duracell AAs with. Now granted, he is a much bigger liar than Spec2 has ever thought of being or Pesky wants to be, but I think on this his wurd can be taken to the bank.
Dateline a recent day on the Chickahominy River. Me n Berd are minding our own business slow trolling around a boathouse and pier bout 1/2 mile down from the damn.
Berd breaks what I felt had been total silence with "hey man I hear banjo music."
If it dint happen exactly like this you jump anytime Homey homey dontcha know me and stand me kurrected. Well I am half deef anyway and immediately looked down to ensure that it was indeed, A PallMall I had bin smokin on. Sure nuff, I tweaked my listening flaps just right and Flatts & Scruggs was doing Foggy Mental Breakdown. Then I got a visual on the 32 fter hangin outta the boathouse, heard real live human bean voices and noticed the boat was swaying, although there was no breeze. I believe Berd & I both kinda snapped to all this at the same time and both about whiplashed ourselves lookin up & down the river for Ranger690 & Rapp, who were hangin out all too frequently again wits one another, fearing the worst. About that time we heard a long, mourning female voice say "Give it all to me big boy, Mommas home", and we immediately ruled out any extracuricular activities on Butt Bandit and his sidekick. Me and Berd both became highly aroused with the goins-on around us and there were a few uncomfortable moments in The Onion there where we wouldn't look one another straight in the eye if you catch my general drift without my having to say anything that may embarrass me or make Dad put his Deleter on Call Waiting, and Standby. Dint really affect our fishin much, ever, even when "Spank me you big brute" was comin in over the airwaves. Oh sure, Berd fumbled around awkward handling his minnow on a cpl occasions and we both had a little too much oomph to our hooksets- Berd jack-knifed one outta the water woulda made us both proud to relate how good 4 lb Trilene XL and a light action Lightning Rod can be rigged with a cheap but good Pflueger open face but unfortunately until either Trilene, Berkley (same), Pflueger, or Charlie Whatshisnames Crappie Slider Co. give us some cold, hard cash to speak up in their favor, no dice. That goes for you too Wally. I have plugged and sent recipient copies of my posts to you in the PM trying to git some freebies, fame, fortune, etc... fishin with Wally Marshall high-vis yella 4 lb test, made comments about how good and dependable it is, live action photos, the whole schmear.
I am done lieing about yur products fer free, plain & simple. Nary a ft of free line, profit-sharing check, nuthin. This is no way to treat a friend like me.
Anyway back the forni.....I mean fishin. Yeah. Pretty tough conditions to fish under, literally. I must confess that in the heat of the battle when that boat was really swayin
I caught myself needlessly power-jammin soft plastics onto a 1/16th head just for the sheer pleasure of it. Berd wanted me to take him to shore so he could look for a tampon to match the hatch with. When ya find a fishin partner with this brand of moxxy best to quit lookin and just call him yur new best friend, go out with him as often as you kin git away.