I was raised fairly straight laced and I always considered myself easy to please when it came to food, females, firearms and felonies etc. On any given day, we Brownliners deal with a usual amount of abuse from various entities, such as territorial bums on the river, Golf Course grounds keepers, and other private land owners who’s water we poach.

I decided to change pace a few weeks back and take the bitches to the Taylor River, somewhere BFE Colorado. The Taylor spawns some good size breeders gorging on mysis shrimp most of the year. I have a buddy nick who is always slaying huge fish on this tailwater and always sending me great porn. We decide to give it a shot-

Left my crib at 4AM, hungover and loaded in the Tundra with 3 other smelly flatulent bastards.(Should have put them in the back). Made our way through Southpark and got reemed by the long dick of the law…See Below.

6 points later…

We make our way through a bunch of small towns and up some Canyon and finally get to the river, and its damn cold.

We did manage to land some nice fish and It was a beautiful place. At the end of the day I have to put all these things in context…

1. At 4 am in the morning I’m worthless
2. Speeding tickets suck, and my ass is sore, thanks Johnny Law
3. Fishing in 9 degrees is bullshit!, I’m happy to accept the wussy tag here
4. 500+ Miles is a long ass way to catch big trout
5. Long rides confided to the inside of the truck with 3 stinky dudes, not cool

I think I’m gonna stay close to the neighborhood for a while and keep a low brow. I”ve also purchased some chones for the boys, and had my truck sanitized for safe future use. Below are a few more pics, you can see what Tom TBOMB/Destroyer/Teasdale thought of the day.

Yo Dude, Is that an acorn smashed between 2 chesnuts? Put that thing away!

Stay tuned for more hard truth!