Angered over the recent contest won by Roscoe, New York as America’s Fishing Town, the principality of Dunsmuir, California, decided to squander precious treasury dollars to become Home of the Mashed Fin Fatty.
With its long history as a fishing destination, the town is tossing a fly of its own onto I-5, hoping to lure oodles of free spending fishermen. It plans to purchase $5000 worth of two foot long Rainbow trout and sprinkle them within the confines of the township hoping they’ll get caught.
“Every week we’re going to see a picture of some kid holding a fish wider than he is. It’ll be in the newspaper. It’ll get on the internet.”
Figure a couple year’s worth of sodden flesh draped over the arms of beaming tourists, a couple videos gone viral, and word spread on all that hatchery goodness.
Hookers might have been cheaper …
Should a town really wish to be a magnet for fishermen, it needs to put in the appropriate infrastructure, including; at least two adult restaurants open after 10PM (adult is defined by the cook being so in deed as well as name), a breakfast stop open before dawn, a fly shop off Main Street, a source of 24 hour ice and gas, ample sleeping arrangements from posh to outdoors, and a Laundromat open both Saturday & Sunday.
… and it is easy to hate the Trout Underground, given all the current riches he enjoys being so tawdry and commonplace as to need an upgrade to Fish X, and Fish Y, and with his connections to Councilman Raine, I’m sure they’ll drop a couple of fish within casting distance of his verandah.
… specially trained, dry fly only …
UH-OH,talkin’ smack on Tom???? I’m gonna get my flame suit on to watch this….Watch it,though,he’ll sic the Wonderdog and Miss M. on ya…
It’s possible that $100 might get you more and larger rough fish for the squalor your comfortable fishing. Certainly T.C. would be impressed by an “Emerging” old fashion donut imitation used to catch 4′ long carp.
This certainly smacks of wailing and tooth gnashing! also, a little press coddling from across the isle.
Don’t forget that nature will find a way. And therefore, fish don’t always stay put. Methinks, the protest reeks a bit…
Wailing and tooth gnashing a specialty, given my local city council lacks the foresight, and fundage, to toss us fisherman a bone. We fail on the infrastructure front as well.
Damn, ain’t that a buck ‘o suck!
The hell with fair chase; due my elevated status in the community, I’ve arranged for a truckload of the fatted trout to be dumped in our tiny backyard pond, both for
dinnertesting purposes and to provide sport for the Wonderdog, who never has a chance with those fit, athletic wild fish, but…What time does the dinner bell ring?
Given the type of angler drawn to such a scheme (I’m thinking canned corn here) they may not have all the destination prerequisites you do. I’m pretty sure they’re just there for the weekend and don’t need clean laundry.
The reason why a laundromat is such a necessity is not to wash clothes – it’s to dry your trembling arse quickly when you go ass over teakettle into the icy wet come October …
Guys with leaky waders that forgot to patch them from last season … I dunno how many times I’ve had to watch that scene …
… a.. al .all mmy clothes are wet …