Singlebarbed, Trout Underground Go Fly Fishing: World Waits For Inevitable Blood Feud to Erupt

In what can only be described as the Harmonic Convergence of Crazy, Singlebarbed and the Trout Underground’s respective CEOs will be fly fishing together this Saturday.

As I see it, I’ll be entertaining the fly fishing blogger voted “Most Likely to Take a Human Life” by his high school peers, while he gets to fish with fly fishing’s equivalent of an American Idol winner – a talented, handsome, creative genius rocketing straight to stardom.

My biggest concern is Singlebarbed’s ability to adapt to waters which lack the toxic chemicals and discarded underwear of his home range.

It’s anybody’s guess as to how he’ll deal with water so pure, his double-tungsten-bead nymphs will actually sink (the Little Stinking’s high heavy metal content means his weighted nymphs only attain neutral buoyancy).

Naturally – because I take my duties as an outdoor journalist very seriously – I’ll attempt to record his more embarrassing moments for later hilarity posting.

Should any of the Undergrounders witness a white flash and a resulting mushroom cloud on the horizon, it’s probably us attaining some kind of mentally unbalanced critical mass, and with all the radioactive crazy fallout, I’d suggest steering clear of the area for at least a thousand years, lest you too become contaminated (once you get crazy on you, you can’t get it off).

If you’re lucky, I won’t See You On The River, Tom Chandler.