Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack asks the question, “If Canada had lost the hockey gold medal to the USA, would that mean Montreal would have to take William Shatner back permanently?”
Bad Canuck actors:/Shatner tops list of several./Wish US had won.
You remember Haiku Monday. This is when and where Fish Hack busts a few non-rhymes about the outdoors or whatever the hell comes to mind. It’s the cyber-Fish Wrap version of Stupid Pet Tricks, Think You’re Smarter than a Fish Hack and every Priceline commercial up-chuck on the tube.
Shatner sells B.S./Got to pitch just what you know./Fish Hack got no game.
Now that the Winter Olympics are as forgotten as last Tuesday’s lunch, let’s get back to the business at hand in Southern Oregon. That would be steelhead.
Winter steelhead.
Early March is usually kill-or-be-killed time on the Rogue, when the entire 157 miles of steelhead water is a viable option to do battle with the Rogue’s most honorable fish.
In fact, Fish Hack is partaking himself this-here Haiku Monday, floating the upper Rogue stretch from Dodge Bridge to TouVelle State Park with my ol’ mechanic Keith Mix, the man responsible for getting Fish Hack’s 20-year-old Rig through the smog test every-other year.
Even if it takes racing fuel to do so, Keith’s got my back. So I got his.
I’m rowing his dog-lickin’ A$$ into a few steelhead today as payback for getting the rig legal through 2011. That’s when the 4Runner will be soooo old it won’t have to get the Rig version of the prostate exam — the test wand up the tail pipe.
Gotta love out-living I/M.
“Just relax now, rig./This will just take a minute.”/No reverse today.
