or… The winner of the Stupid Cobra contest !
first of all, i want apologize to our three contestants for being so late in concluding this stupid contest. since i forgot to write down the end of the contest in my agenda, it completely slipped my mind. i know, stupid…
ok, down to business ! and this time with a little reasoning behind the selection.
- i really, really enjoyed Scott’s video but the problem (my problem) is i don’t find this stupid at all ! and would seriously encourage anyone to do the same ! any kind of fun, even if it at first seems silly, once included to our fly casting practice will only make the whole experience better and more productive. not only that but the dog gets a good workout.
- Rudy’s soggy story reminds us that it’s a good thing to always leave a spare jacket in the car and that wetsuits can be a better option for the gung-ho fly fisher ![]()
i’ll add that the vision of the car doors opening and closing and windows going up and down all by themselves is rather priceless and i’ve had quite a few chuckles since i first read this piece.
- Acey, Acey, Acey. here’s a guy who’s got stupidity down pat ! not only did he manage to ruin a dream trip to Alaska but also pretty much screwed up his sex life in the process as well !
now, that’s STUPID ! congrats my friend, you’ll be getting this great Breathe dvd from R.C. Cone and Imago !
here again folks for your pleasure, the very Homeresque beer-induced story by Acey Fiveash
“Technically this didn’t happen while fishing but it definitely affected my fishing.
About two weeks before my one and only trip to Alaska I came home from a beer drinking trip where a little bit of fishing went on, I stumbled in the door my wife looks at me and says “Well if I knew you were just going to get drunk I would have convinced you to stay home today.”
Who knew my stupidity would one day win me a dvd? Lost me Alaskan fishing but won me a dvd…
Couldn’t happen to a stupider guy.
(KIDDING.)
(Kinda.)
Dude, what the hell?!?!
haha !
I’m still in awe at what beer did for you, Acey.
you should enroll as a sybil somewhere. people would come to you with matters of their lifes, you would be drunk and spit abominations in “their general direction” and by way of consequence they would get all enlightened.
congrats for your superb victory.
There’s a place in Charleston, SC named Big John Tavern where this happened on a daily basis for years… except for the enlightenment part. Entertained maybe, but never enlightened.
right, but now you’ve obviously reached a state of drunken clear mind that cannot be but divine. enlightenment is bound to ensue.