The Cost Of Modern Bass Fishing Beer...

[KFC911]

A man can't afford to sit in his $30K bass boat and "fish" all day.

So I sold the boat

[Jeff Higgins]

I learned long ago to never take just one Mormon fishing. He'll drink all your beer.

[KFC911]

LOL....at least a Southern Baptist will drink his own beer first ...

edited...I hated to go fishin' on MY own boat too....it was like a preacher was on the rear seat .

[vash]

i learned that a can of beer will fit inside the opening of my Camelback water bladder. fill it up with ice, water..and slip in that one cold beer.

OMG!!

[RWebb]

the old detachable beer can tabs make good spinners

[GH85Carrera]

Originally Posted by RWebb

the old detachable beer can tabs make good spinners

I have been watching some of the original Twilight Zone episodes. They are remastered and in full HD and gorgeous BW. When the episodes were first aired and even for many years of reruns the broadcast resolution sucked.

Now it is easy to tell the characters drinking beer always drink a beer called "Quality Beer" and of course is just a prop label. It sure looks like real beer however. And way back then they had pull tabs.

In one episode the plot had the guy using a church key on the cans, and it was obvoius that the label was upside down, and when he took a big swig of beer the pull tab was on the bottom.

It is amazing how bad broadcast TV was for so long.

[Alan A]

Originally Posted by KC911

LOL....at least a Southern Baptist will drink his own beer first ...

edited...I hated to go fishin' on MY own boat too....it was like a preacher was on the rear seat .

Isn’t that a lead in to the old joke how can you tell both guys in a boat are Baptist’s?

If only one was, all the whisky would be gone.

[Jeff Higgins]

Ah yes, the one thing I liked about Lutheran pastors...

Sometime in the mid '90's, I found myself sitting on a gravel bar on the Tagagawik River in Alaska after having been dropped off by bush plane for a two week unguided hunt for caribou, moose, and bear. Accompanying me was the very pastor who had wed my wife and I some 10-12 years prior, and his son, my good buddy and now also a pastor, and his son (not old enough to be a pastor - yet). We had finally finished setting up "home" for the next couple of weeks, cooking and eating dinner, and it was time to relax.

We were all kind of sitting around staring at each other, me a bit reluctant to break out the fifth of Scotch in my duffle bag. I finally couldn't stand it anymore so, thinking to myself "to hell with it...", I pulled out the fifth. The looks of relief on Pastors Bert and Dave's faces was priceless, as they both reached into their duffles and produced a half gallon each, one of vodka and the other of gin.

Old Pastor Bert passed many years ago, but Pastor Dave and I remain good buddies. He just moved to Eastern Washington, so we might just have to resume hunting together again. I just have to break him of that goddamn gin...