Where are the tout !!!!!

Post by **hankaye** » Fri Dec 23, 2011 7:31 pm

Otter, Howdy;

Not yet. They only have some 'stockers' here in Southern New Mexico.
and the cost of a license is prohibative for the time left before re-newal.
In N.M. They have a license period. 1/April to 31/Mar.
I'll buy one this April then head back to Utah There whenever you purchase a license
it is good for 365/6 days (depends on leap years). Much better idea IMO.

So, I'm working on filling a box or 2 before I head back to Utah.

Thanks for asking...

hank & Rascal (woof)

Post by **Otter** » Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:50 pm

Hank Bushy Wet Arse, for some unfathomable reason you are inspirational, the seed that I have waited many months for has being sown - i hope i can find the time to do you justice.

A man, a dog and no license to Fish

Rascal sat quietly on the front seat of the RV, Hank behind the wheel, a bead of sweat running down his cheek. Surveillance is hard work and in this case unpaid work. The binoculars moved slowly , tracing the line of trees along the edge of the river. Glancing at the little travel clock that was taped to the dashboard, Hank muttered to himself, ' the son of a mule is two minutes late'. Rascal wagged his tail and barked quietly, the eye of a dog was much keener than that of Hank, even with his state of the art binoculars. Soon enough Hank spotted a slight movement in the trees and exactly 3 minutes late, the river ranger appeared. Hmmm thought Hank as he scribbled in his notebook, ' the son o a mule must have stopped for a pee, I hope he wet his trouser leg'. The normally calm Hank was on a mission, the ranger was his arch enemy and though probably a decent fellow he was all that came between Hank and some free fishing. Hank fondly scratched Rascals ear, ' next week Rascal, next week we are going trout hunting'.

Hank had a plan and boy was he looking forward to implementing it.

tbc

Post by **hankaye** » Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:52 pm

Otter, Howdy;

Oh, crap ....... now I'm fixin' to be ......a poacher ? !!!?

What sort of hot water are you getting me into now ???

hank & Rascal

Post by **Otter** » Tue Dec 27, 2011 5:04 pm

A carefully tied parcel nested in one corner of the RV. The string precisely laid, overlapping itself at just the right spot and tightened just enough to hold everything in place. The address was also neatly written, centered and the lettering uniform. Even the stamp was where it should be, were there rules to define the precise location of a stamp on this parcel you knew it would be correct. Hank took the package and carefully undid the knot , rolled up the string and carefully placed it in a small box on the table. The brown paper once removed was folded and placed in a different box. Hank and the man that sent the parcel were not children of the eighties or nineties, they placed value in everything, nothing that was useful, nothing that could be used again ever went to the garbage.

The home made camouflage jacket was the work of an artisan and as Hank unfolded it he marveled at the craftsmanship. But his teeth rattled with excitement when he noticed the small package hidden in a concealed pouch on the inside of the jacket. Whistling loudly and cheerfully Hank unfolded the small sampling net. Made from 8 lengths of 8" long bamboo, each leg had a bungee cord running through the center , each of the four 8" pieces fitting snuggly into the next. On the bottom section of each leg the side of a fine mesh net was attached. Wow thought Hank, Dougsden sure is full of surprises and as talented a man as he had ever met. ' Frog Hunter my ass, the man is a genius. Rascal, just one more piece of equipment and we are ready for some fun'.

TBC

Post by **letumgo** » Tue Dec 27, 2011 8:49 pm

I have a huge smile on my face. I'm SO happy you're writing again Norm (Otter).

Post by **William Anderson** » Tue Dec 27, 2011 9:13 pm

letumgo wrote:I have a huge smile on my face. I'm SO happy you're writing again Norm (Otter).

Me too. Love this.

Post by **Otter** » Wed Dec 28, 2011 5:27 am

' Howdy Flympers....

I am on a mission and need some help. I am in need of a telescopic fly rod, preferably an old one whose owner would send it to me on the understanding that they may never see it again. It may be going places that no fly rod should go, handled in a manner that no fly rod should be handled

If you have such a rod and can send it to me then Rascal and I would be eternally grateful.

Hank '

Note from Otter: This is where the story needs some interaction from forum members , off ye go flympers

Post by **tie2fish** » Wed Dec 28, 2011 9:49 am

The plot continues to thicken ... how wonderful!

Post by **Otter** » Thu Dec 29, 2011 11:43 am

It seemed that the flymphers did not want to assist in any poaching operations so Hank decided that he would have to go ebaying for the telescopic rod.
8ft for 10 bucks. Bid made. 2days to see if bid is sucessful

Post by **Otter** » Fri Dec 30, 2011 5:36 am

Thankfully EBay proved less discerning, within a week the rod had arrived. A liitle gem, hardly used and no apparent damage. It had a suprisingly crisp action. Hank matched one of his four weight reels to it , laid it on the table and alongside placed all his equipment.

Rod and Reel
Camouflage Jacket
Lead weight with strong clip attached
Sampling jars
Waders
Flies, small box of softies
Pencil and notebook

'Thats everything Rascal, tomorrow we commence operations at zero nine hundred hours. Time for shuteye '.

Hank did not sleep much, the excitement and anticipation was too great for an honest angler.
Stupid licensing laws, as far as Hank was concerned this was a protest against bureacratic arrogance.

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