Froggies!

My good friend Brian came to visit over Labor Day weekend, and we went offroading with the Pells to Cedar Creek. The water was pretty darn low and we were able to capture a bunch of froggies in various stages of metamorphosis.

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More on our Labor Day weekend adventures to come, including our expedition into the earth below Boone County.

Hallelujah, it's raining fish!

Well, not quite. But I did finally catch a catfish, with a chicken liver and shrimp cocktail. Yay.

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D. Lawrence "Fishbourne" Mezz, Mr. "Down" Lowe, Jake Smeagol and I arrived at about 2 p.m. and left around 7:30 p.m. after the sun went down. Caught it as the sun was getting ready to go down just after 6 p.m. DL caught a largemouth bass with a Rapala Shad-rap, and Mr. Lowe caught a clam with a lure he bought after being seduced by the videos playing at Bass Pro Shop. Ended the evening with dinner and margaritas at El Mageuy Mexican restaurant. Boo-yah.

It's on this weekend.

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Carrie is giving me crap about not posting as much as I should, so I'm writing to say to the fishes: It's on. You're going down. How do you like dynamite, punks? A TNT enema, perhaps?

We had some good fishing on Sunday. And by we, I mean everyone else. I did catch something rather tiny toward the end, but eh, what are you gonna do?
We stayed from sunup till close to 4:30 p.m. Niiiice.

Went out again real quick on Tuesday. Mike caught this beast, and a couple other smaller ones, and I was useless.

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I hear through the grapevine that there was some serious shit-talking between a couple members of the trawling troubadours, so I may have to do something about that. You hear that fishes!? It's on.