Welcome back to Haiku Monday, with this one also known as America’s Collective Hangover Day.
Super Bowl parties
It’s pure Americana.
Super Monday? Ick.
For the handful of Haiku Monday virgins that make it to this-here corner of the cyber world, this is when and where Fish Hack waxes on and off non-Brazilian style about the outdoors and whatever the hell else comes to mind with some bad versions of old Japanese poetry sprinkled in. It’s the shtick that keeps on shticking.
Super Bowl :I seemed like it came down to an Alternative Ending.
Falcons snatch defeat
From the jaws of victory.
Pat win. No cheating.
Fish Hack had the over, so that final play was the final payoff of the season as well.
Now it’s back to life as Canadians know it — without a real football game to be seen anywhere.
Did manage to sneak out for some pre-snap winter steelhead fishing on the upper Rogue, Fish Hack’s home waters.
High and dirty water, but Fish Hack managed to scare up a spawned-out summer steelhead. Like the Falcon D in the second half, it showed up but didn’t put up much of a fight.
Still catchig summers
In winter. Go figure that.