Those planning to go fly fishing this Sunday will be interested to learn the world is apparently going to end on Saturday (6pm PST).

(ed: oops, my bad -- apparently it ends on May 21, which gives you an extra week before eternal damnation)
So where are you going fishing?

I mean, seriously.



Sure, the nutcase who predicted this End of Times also predicted it would occur in 1994, so his track record isn't exactly spotless.

But let's just assume the second time's the charm. After all, even Donald Trump needed a couple of tries to become a complete douchebag.

So you're fishing Saturday, and you've got Friday off for travel (if needed).

Where do you go -- within a reasonable day's travel -- to fly fish before the cracks open up and the Cloven Hooved Deceiver himself steps out of the ground? (When he does, he'll be holding a Nestle product and singing that damned "Friday" song.)

For The Loved Ones Left Behind

Following in the footsteps of the wiley-but-going-to-hell entrepreneur who created a post-rapture pet care service, I'm announcing the Underground's 'Left Behind But Not Forgotten' Bamboo Fly Rod Storage Service.

After you've ascended -- but your soulless fly rods haven't -- you'll feel better knowing an experienced caretaker is watching over your delicate bamboo fly rod collection.

Just ship them to me (before Saturday, obviously), and I'll see they recline in an airconditioned atmosphere while 153 days of unspeakable horror ravage the rest of the planet.

See you in hell, Tom Chandler.