Tired of Getting to the Hot Fishing Spots Last? The Underground Has the Solution
By Tom Chandler on Sep 10, 2007 in Underground Entertainment
Think hiking’s too slow? Want to race ahead of your annoying fishing buddies — and hit the best water first?
Hell, I do (my friends are water hogs). That’s why I’m cashing in that unneeded life insurance policy to buy a safe, foolproof Flying Boat. You’d be a fool not to do the same:
Imagine looking down on the other ant-sized anglers as they trudged along in the heat. Imagine their sweat-streaked faces when they showed up — only to find you catching their fish.
Unlike fly fishing’s print media — who only tell you about the gear everybody already uses — we’re dedicated to keeping our readers smack on the cutting edge of fly fishing technology. (Via backcountry.com’s the Goat, who apparently hates to hike too.)
See you in the friendly fly fishing skies, Tom Chandler.
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Smellslikefish | Sep 10, 2007 | Reply
The jingle alone makes the video worth viewing.
$10,000, not including the engine, makes it a bit pricey even for those who think nothing of dropping a month’s salary on a bamboo rod. On the other hand, didja notice there was a bikini-clad babe in the passenger seat? Maybe $10,000 isn’t so bad…
Tom Chandler | Sep 10, 2007 | Reply
Yeah, you’d kinda have to have a “flying boat engine” store nearby, but finding an engine is small potatoes compared to the payoffs, which could include preying on annoying jet skiers like some kind of giant hawk.
And there would be other benefits. See that obnoxious guide on the river — the one who moved his clients right on top of you last week?
You simply buzz overhead a couple times, and the trout — thinking the world’s largest osprey is on the hunt — would simply disappear — along with the guy’s tip.
Still, I’m no pilot, but this thing’s gotta be absolutely, perfectly safe within the narrow, windy confines of the Upper Sacramento River canyon, right?
I mean, what could go wrong? Nothing, that’s what…