Comments on: I’d guess we can’t preach any longer

By: nirvana@fire

nirvana@fire — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 06:54:23 +0000

While the WSJ article was impressive, I anticipate even greater accomplishments in a future “brownlining” Playboy story.

By: Clif

Clif — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 02:18:51 +0000

Secret’s out, get ready to rub elbows with and dodge back casts from the type that read this rag. Might I suggest you now target bighead?

By: KBarton10

KBarton10 — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 02:13:04 +0000

Swisher Sweets and Hormel are hounding me … I just can’t fathom which ersatz meat-like substance is best suited for a half page ad.

No, sponsors are not likely for our fetid little corner of the waterway.

By: Igneous Rock

Igneous Rock — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 01:52:16 +0000

And so now that the big name sponsors are lining up, Do you take Swisher Sweets and shun the Hardy Brothers or do you take Sage and shun Budwieser?

By: Fat Guy Alex

Fat Guy Alex — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 00:01:39 +0000

HAHA, Run Kyle! Run!

By: KBarton10

KBarton10 — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 23:24:14 +0000

I just got off the phone with Ma, her comment,” the paper says YOU done it, why’d you lead all them nice cleancut boys astray?”

Like a good son, I replied, ” Ma, CHUNK did it!”

Kyle, make for the outback she’s got a bar of soap with her …

By: Michael

Michael — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 22:28:22 +0000

@Switters –

‘Arrogant’ is harsh. Think of them as ‘charismatic’.

By: SwittersB

SwittersB — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 18:22:03 +0000

So, do Brownliner’s where special gloves? If you scratch your nose is there a chemical burn? I have been trying for 3 years to catch arrogant carp in a slough near my house…even the humor aside, you have given me a new technique to consider and set the floater aside…Cool

SwittersB

By: rdt

rdt — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 17:49:57 +0000

Next will be The Enquirer, the Movies, where you will become so valuable to the industry they will probably require you to have a double to fish in your native haunts.
Beware of Greed.

By: SMJ

SMJ — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 17:09:43 +0000

I can see it now. You and your road crew riding the Greyhound to all of the finest Brownline holy waters in Detroit, Cleveland, and Pittsburgh; hawking “Crapper” carp rods and preaching the evils of the slawdog.