Nope. No pictures of big browns and no bragging about how good the Mo is fishing tonight. Today was kind of an anomaly with the nymph fishing sucking in the morning and the hoppers not producing like I thought they would during the mid-day. We did finish strong with a few good eats and landing a couple but it was tough today.
We fished down low and we started out with the normal stuff; nymphing with a crayfish and a trico and on my first cast during a little demo, hooked a fish.
"It's going to be good," I thought and even my guys were impressed. That's when the fishing gods decided to kick me in the teeth.
About two hours into I said, "If you guys don't start catching fish, I'm going to have to tell some really bad jokes..."
So here it goes:
So this guy goes to the doctor and says, "Hey Doc, I've got a problem. My dick is orange."
"Orange?" The doc asks. "Well, let's take a look."
So the guys whips it out and sure enough--orange pecker.
So the doc asks, "Do you work with paints or chemicals or anything else like that?"
"No." The patient explains. "I'm retired. I really don't do much of anything except watch porn and eat Cheetos all day..."
Keep 'em where they live...
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