While I’m locked in desperate combat with the keyboard, some of my friends (for brevity’s sake, let’s refer to them as “slackers with evil, swine-like tendencies”) are deeply concerned for my well-being.
Which is why they send me photographs like this from their smartphones:
This still-warm, dying-October-Caddis-driven photo comes courtesy Chris Raine, the bamboo fly rod builder who clearly knows what it’s like to have bamboo slivers driven up under his fingernails (how else do you explain this photo, which — not to belabor the point — isn’t the only one he sent).
Important Announcement
Starting next week, the Underground will be taking applications for the position of “New Best Friend.”
No health benefits, but you get to walk Wally the Wonderdog.
See you anywhere but the river, Tom Chandler.
Cruel.
Steve Z(Quote)
I hereby apply, even though it will be a 250 mile drive to take him for a walk. Roseville is not that far away.
Kentucky Jim(Quote)
As stunning of a shot that smartphone pic is…you endured the pain and still posted it up…which is a real friend indeed!!
The River Damsel(Quote)
Ill take the trout and Walley and they can lope about together with Abbey, my Slumberland overweight Cholate Lab. Activities include sitting by the woodstove. reading, watching DVD’s and drinking beer. Later we will all go outside and let the dogs try to scare all the deer from the enourmous fenced dog run I built. After dinner and naps, its biscuit time, ah a dogs life it is. Respectively submited, Punahele
Punahele(Quote)
I guess I’m out due to the whole foot pee thing…Wally might dig it though and I can crank out BWO’s like my life depended on it.
Bill(Quote)
dang, if that’s from a smartphone, then it did a good job wiping the metadata of any gps coordinates…
smart, phone. real smart.
stu(Quote)