It was great fishing with you and your brother. I wish the fishing was better, the action was above average but I don't know if we caught more than 5 smallies that were legal size, no monster smallies came out to play.
It was pretty cool that I think on your second cast you caught that musky, that's why I bring that silly musky net. Brent is a big guy, I'm guessing around 6'3", so that's not a hammer handle he landed.
Most importantly you guys quickly figured out how to read these waters and on several occasions both of you were showing me how's it's done and changing up presentations to get the smallies going again.
Yeah some of the best parts of fishing trips is the weird and funny shit that happens off the water. Mrs. Stifler the bartender closing for the kill on your young, kind natured brother must have been missing footage from a David Lynch film. She's got amazing dentures and I'll say they contrasted nicely with her complexion that comes from long years of partying. Right away she's pushing for him and us to get more drinks, she was so pushy I thought I was at the Town Revue on Cicero as a youngster again. She was a really classy ring on every finger type of gal. Finally after she said for the 4th time to him "what do you want?" I yelled back to break the tension "He'd like to return home with both kidneys." to which she quickly replied and smiled to him "I can't give you kids, I'm fixed". She did name drop a few trout streams in my neck of the woods that only a insiders know so she did have redeamable qualities. I do regret your brother didn't take one for the team for some valuable intel.
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