My purportedly good friend Tom Teasdale (a.k.a. Hater of Idyllic Settings) is hanging in the Carolinas right now. As a man who enjoys hearing about others’ fishing success, I caught it through the grapevine that Teasdale was having some good luck - so I pinged his cell phone with a congratulations. I got this back…

Don’t be jealous. I named the tarpon Gracie, punched him in the face, and then he swam away. It was like you were here with me.

I’ve since broken into the Primal Fly website and posted this trash. I’ve also hacked together a back door, so there’s no way this Teasdale punk (or any of the other Primal Fly bitches) can keep me out. Let’s hope the only sane one of the bunch, Erin, doesn’t get wind of this.

Who’s doing the punching now?

Tags: bitches, saltwater, Tom Teasdale

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