Should I wear waders to a wedding ?

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  1. fly punk lunatic trout bum

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    Ok. Stash the waders in the car.....just before the wedding act like you got a text....and say "Oh, no! My good buddy Fly Punk and his buddy just over turned their boat see....uh... and....well he is really traumatized.... and uh...he really needs me to go see him, to calm him down.....yea!" That could buy you at least a few hours. Your wife/girlfriend may even give you props for being such a good friend, even though it cost you a lovely afternoon watching a beautiful union of two souls that you were SOOOOO looking forward to seeing. :) Hell, she may even make you dinner. LMAO!
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  2. GAT Active Member

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    Is there a wife-type or GF-type unit intimidating you to attend the accursed wedding? Are they aware of your plans to stop and fish along the way? Do they anger easily and hold a grudge with revenge a possibility?

    You should keep these things in mind. A hungry cat could be the least of your problems.

    I suppose you could point out there is really no reason to attend the wedding in the first place because the marriage only has a 50/50 chance of lasting and no one ever gives back their wedding gifts when they finally split the sheets so you may as well go fishing instead.
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  3. Jim Paget Member

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    Having re-watched "Grumpier Old Men" last week, your responsibility is to the fishing. After all, Walter Mathau was supposed to marry Sophia Loren, and he went fishing. He eventually made it to the wedding in rubber boots. I have to assume from the general flow of this thread that it is not your wedding, and if it is, it certainly isn't to Sophia. You are however, required to practice catch and release.
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  4. David Loy Senior Moment

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    Play your cards very carefully here. Your goal is to teach Precious that fishing is the most wonderful lifestyle, and that she needs to embrace it herself. If that is impossible, plan B is that you convince her that fishing "grounds" you so that you can help share her/our burdens in life. If that is impossible, fuck it all, dump her now & go fish.
    Plan A is best if she's outdoorsy in any way. It is good to share some passion, you know, standing up.
  5. Shad Active Member

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    Wear the waders. When asked why you're wearing waders, simply reply that when the vows get exchanged, you'll be ready. That will either win you big points for your sense of humor or get you kicked out, in which case you'll have no choice but to go fishing. You can't lose.
  6. Jim Speaker Active Member

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    Isn't that what big mixing bowls were made for??? OMJ, "knows how to eat without your help..." - laughed my ass off.

    My cats spend multiple days on their own when I get the chance to take a fishing trip. They know how to eat, piss and shit all by themselves. Amazing! Now, if only they'd f'ing learn to clean out their own cat box...
  7. KerryS Ignored Member

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    The ditch tiger that lives at my house shits outside. If it shits inside it had better know how to flush a toilet.
  8. Jim Speaker Active Member

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    It's not surprising that a high percentage of fly fishers have a general disdain for cats. After all, it wasn't that long ago the sport required silk lines and gut leaders.
  9. golfman44 Coho Queen

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    This post was awesome. There needs to be a "super like" button.
  10. Freestone Not to be confused with freestoneangler

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    No distain for cats here. However, the advantage of having a cat is that it can be left alone and fend for itself for a while. If it can't, you might as well get a dog!
  11. Alex MacDonald Dr. of Doomology

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    You know, I've always wanted to test the strength of the "cat to tail tensile formula" by grabbing the tail of same, and swinging...ONE... TWO...THREE..... Get that ol` centrifugal force a-workin` there!!!
  12. constructeur Active Member

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    Cruncher- Are you an Ironworker?
  13. RogueBum Spey casting for Steelies year round

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    Hilarious post!

    I use my cat for its fur...great for tying flies. Gotta keep that thing alive. I think it's more important than the wedding. I say you should tie one on and fish it hard.
  14. Jim Speaker Active Member

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    I must say, I've contemplated the merits of, say, a #16 BH FB Grey Tabbie as I stared at his cute little mask... er, I mean FACE. :D
  15. flyfool Active Member

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    The whole cat? Wouldn't that mess up my back cast? I'm using 4x tippet; I think it might snap off and land in the bushes and follow me home.
  16. flyfool Active Member

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    Wedding Wader Weekend Update:

    Scripture informs me that Noah built the Ark when he was 600 years old. Actually, he built it when he was only 500 years old, on a Friday. Saturday he was packed and ready to go in about 20 minutes. Then he satteth down on a rock and waited for his wife to get ready. A hundred years later, they pulled out of the driveway. I would like to say that I feel his pain, but I don't. He took two cats with him, which in my opinion was a serious lapse of judgement. It has caused me no end of problems.

    On Saturday morning, I had Plan A and Plan B.

    Plan A was to rise early, have coffee and get the hell on the road. After driving an appropriate amount of miles and espying a glistening body of sweet gin-clear water with with all the required riffles, runs and pools, I would stalk the elusive trout, while my wife sat near the stream, sipping white wine and admiring how hot I look in hip waders.

    Then I would catch two fish. The first would be a spry and healthy 18-inch rainbow that I would land quickly and mercifully and release in better shape than when I caught it, because I am a noble sportsman.

    The second would be a big fat fish; a rainbow, a Coho, a King, a Pink, a Sturgeon, an Orca, I don't give a shit. It would be so big the net would be useless (it usually is, waste of money at my skill level) and sling it over my shoulder and wade triumphantly to shore. There I would present it to my wine-sipping wife and say, "Tarzan catch fish! Jane cook fish! Tarzan get lucky later maybe?"

    Alas, Plan A did not work out. Plan A never works; I don't know why I bother. But you have to have a plan.

    Plan B worked out perfectly. It always does. Plan B was to bugger around and hit the road at the crack of a quarter to one. (Full disclosure here....I did not write Plan B. It was written in the stars.) Then take Highway 2 instead of the presumably fishier Highway 90 because Highway 2 now seemed quicker, allowing for maybe a chance to pull off at Icicle Road and accomplish the feats mentioned in Plan A.

    Come to think of it, Plan B didn't work work worth a shit either.

    In all my planning and perusing of fishing regulations and such-all, I neglected to study traffic conditions on Highway 2. It turns out that the rural metropolis of Sultan was was throwing a party, which slowed traffic down. A lot.

    http://www.skyvalleychamber.com/events-and-attractions/2013-sultan-shindig/

    Now, God bless the friendly folks of Sultan. They live in a small town and deserve their fun. They don't have the benefits of Big-City life like I enjoy in Lynnwood. Maybe they were having their parade down Highway 2 and it was a big deal for them. But traffic slowed down. Really slow. I got bored and snapped a picture of a cow grazing in a field. Twenty minutes later, I snapped another picture of a cow. Turns out, it was the same cow. I thought, maybe if I threw a rock at the cow's nose it would make the cow back up and give me the illusion that I was moving forward. But I didn't. Because I am a sportsman. And the cow is as doomed as the groom whose wedding I am trying to get to. So why give it a hard time?

    Finally we got past Sultan, speeding across various bridges spanning gin-clear waters with runs and riffles and pools and presumably millions of fat fish hungry for my Wooly Bugger or whatever. But now I got no time. I am a man on a mission. Get me to the church on time.

    Three hours after leaving home, we crossed Stevens Pass and were on the downslope for Leavenworth and the wedding, wistfully observing the rolling, trundling gin-clear waters of whatever that river is. It might as well not be named anything, because I do not have time to fish in it.

    We arrived at the Retreat, as it is called, and parked in the dusty lot beneath a sign with an arrow on it designating the location of a "Pond". I scurried down to check it out, visions of a basketful of blue-gills dancing in my head. Saw another sign on the gate, saying "Closed to Visitors". Well, shit. It just ain't happening today. Might as well go to the wedding.

    It was a lovely thing. The bride was radiant, the Doomed Groom was optimistic, and all went well. After that, there was a reception.

    Sitting on the table was a huge glass jug with a handy tap on the bottom, filled with a gin-clear liquid with lemons floating in it. Turns out, there was actually gin in it.

    My wife drove us home. Periodically, she slapped me and asked, "Who the hell is Jane?" , but aside from that I don't remember much about the ride home.

    I am proud to report that no fish were harmed nor cats strangled on this trip. But I am keeping my options open. Especially where the cat is concerned.
  17. David Loy Senior Moment

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    Hehehehehehe. OMG that's funny. Maybe because I have a house of women, I feel your pain. Thankfully she who shall not be denied is allergic to cats.
    Thanks for the chuckle. Well writ.
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  18. RogueBum Spey casting for Steelies year round

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    Suck! No fishing at all AND out run by a standing cow?!? Sometimes we are saved by the little things (GIN) I guess.
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  19. RogueBum Spey casting for Steelies year round

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    Flyfool -

    I think I would like to cast a cat with 4X tippet. The snap off would be priceless!

    Spey casting could be fun with one also. Imagine a cat flying through the air with a single spey water borne anchor. Just as it touched down...maybe a look of relief...until...UH OH...loaded rod explodes and off you go!

    You could sell tickets to that! Fun for the whole family.
  20. Jim Speaker Active Member

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    I'm starting to think that Boot got bored and created an alias on here, aka Flyfool... so well written and frickin' hilarious it's (a) giving him a run for his money, or (b) a new ingenious way of messing with our brains.

    Bravo, Flyfool, if that's who you really are! :D
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