I’m never quite sure whether it’s penance or revenge, but another stud angler shows us the meaning of commitment when his ashes are mixed with 30 lbs of groundbait and tossed into the river.
It makes the “I went three days without deodorant” adventure story tame by comparison.
Mr Hodge’s widow Caroline and daughter Sally were the first to catapult balls of the bait into the River Huntspill to signal the start of an angling competition among Mr Hodge’s friends.
Brownliners don’t have friends, so I’ll have to settle for my executor randomly mailing jars of my corpulent frame to a list of fly shops I’ve prepared in advance.
With the canny marketing savvy of the Trout Underground, and his ” .. the label is irresistible, because I wrote it ” campaign, I should be decomposing in almost every blueline Mecca the “lower 48” offers.
Then again, Tom Chandler could be pulling my leg, and I wind up as a hand cleanser … It begs the question, “Which great unspoiled angling paradise do you want to get dumped in, and why?”
Somehow I think ” … so Donny Beaver can drink me” may be the populist refrain…

You’re a herd animal, and if you lose your fishing pals you’ll give up the sport entirely.
At least they’ve published
I think it was the Existentialist movement of the ’70’s that insisted we “think like the trout, BE the Trout.”
I’m not so sure we’re not the good guys.
It’s both surprising and predictable, a statistical glimpse of the evolution of fishing and outdoor tradition – after a couple of decades of Ronald McDonald, over protective parents, and absent the sterile blessing of Saranwrap.
With 109 degree temperatures outside and the smoke reducing visibility to about two miles, it’s a wonder that anyone has a desire to go out-of-doors.
Skipping the fishing to go straight to the catching part sounds potentially cheaper, but the virtual odds sound much too realistic to be a cost savings.
I never thought about the perils of genetically manipulated beef, with my meager BBQ skills I usually eat briquette of “beef like substance”. Charcoal is a spice – get enough black on that haunch and the genetics are the least of your worries.