So we are back up for a three day weekend steelheading. Friday night was fun. The Kro had a comedy show, and after that two Tequila models from Eau Claire, WI were there pimping shots of a new tequila (I don't remember the brand but keep reading and you'll see why) on behalf of their distributor. I met a local gal who was a retired post office mail-woman from Superior, WI who introduced me to a few people around us and chatted with them for a while and they bought me a beer. Then the bartender bought me a beer cause we fried the keg. Then the Tequila models were back and we ended up talking about fishing for awhile (as I "sampled" their shots). Then Paul and Mother Feiker walked in close to 11pm just in time for the Tequila girls to ask them to take a picture of the three of us before they moved on with their night. Not sure why they wanted a picture with me, but who am I to argue with a request like that. So I did my part, stood in between them and smiled pretty for the camera as they hugged me. I know, I know, I know what you're thinking and yes, it was a hard job standing up after all those drinks, but I persevered so as to not disappoint the models. Then Mother Feiker bought me a beer. Mind you, I still bought plenty of my own Leinie's Oktoberfest and shots of Parton in between all these gracious gifts of barley. As you may have guessed, we were there till 2am, before they closed and we had to call it a night.
|Photo by Waring, Michael|
Saturday's fishing was slowwwww. And by slow I mean that it was slowwwwww. But, we did watch a muskrat for awhile on the opposite bank of one our fishing spots. He was cute, but not as much as the otter that visited us a few weeks ago. The otter was very curious as to what we are or what we were doing. He was swimming up stream on the opposite bank and would stop every few yards or so, pop up on his back legs and gave us look as if to say "whatcha doing mister?" It did that all the way up stream until it was out of our site again.
Maybe fishing will be better tomorrow.