Ok Board Members, let you imagination run here.
Starting off a fishing story. Each Member post a sentence or two with how you think the next part of the story should go. We will see where it goes. Be creative!

I was getting off work Friday afternoon. It was Payday. Before I got home, My wife called me on the cell phone and said " Hunney, I am already on the way to Grandma's with the kids. Why dont you take the weekend off from the hunney-do list and go fishing. We will be back By Monday Night"

...seeessssh no one's responded yet? This could get interesting and ugly.

"I jumped for joy. Upon hearing the good news of my freedom, I decided I'd head to the bank and grab some cash. If I was going to enjoy myself, might as well go full throttle. So I asked the teller for all ones. Next stop- that girlie establishment in Gorst... Upon entering, I noticed the gals were uglier than December Chum... Shagged out real quick! Headed home to...

(This could be fun.....)
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see if my side action was available, score after getting a quicky and getting her to pack my bags for me I then call my fishing partner and told him to pack this stuff we where heading off to........

the river. Yes, that river. Remembering the combat fishing we endured last time, I grabbed the brass knuckles off the dresser, and checked the clip of my trusty HK .40.

It was empty from our last free weekend. So I reloaded and we headed to our super secret hot spot on that river. As we pulled up we noticed a truck and then 2 slack jawed yocals tossing a chunk of lead and a big trebble. We knew what we had to do......

We figured we would show them how it feels. So we took some 21/0 trebles and attached them to some two pound cannon balls and some rope. It only took one good swing to get the both of the crackers all tied up. As we started pulling them towards..........

The local gamewarden, who just happened to pull up. The warden was a hot fox. She mentioned she had three pairs of handcuffs, two for the snaggers and one for...........

Me and the back of her service truck. I must have had the "freshly F**ked" scent on from the earlier engagement with my backup girlfriend back at the pad. My Fishing Buddy Watched the crackers as we tested the suspension in her truck for 20 minutes or so, then we.....

Good job so far guys... This is hilarious!

headed back to my buddy. She asked him, "Are you a fly guy or a Halibut guy?" "I like fly fisherman because they have such long rods." "On the other hand, I enjoy a Halibut guy too." He would just have to show her the truth...

SO while he got seconds, I got an idea. Snaggers frequently gut a fish for their eggs and leave the whole body on the bank. I went over to the rig and grabbed my buck knife, walked over to the wrapped-up bleeding snaggers, and cut their nuts off. Hung em from the Trailer Hitch and let them waddle off. That'll teach them a lesson, I said to myself. My buddy hopped out of the back of the Wardens truck, she drove off, and it was time to start fishing.....

Not sure if it was luck or the fresh smell on our hands but the fishing was awesome. After our fifth double of the day I was tapped on the shoulder and turned to see........

I reached into my pocket, searching for my bottle of secret stinkum juice - the one that repels natives, but draws in the brightest hatchery fish. What I found was not my bottle, but a big, fat, brown and yellow bananna. I knew right way it was the warden. That crafty woman had swiped my juice, leaving me with a cursed banana...

I grabbed that banana out of my pocket and was ready to toss it into the bushes, when I saw an indian gill netter's boat in the distance. I walked over to the boat and slid it underneath the floor boards, as well as quickly relieved myself on the nets. I then...

felt the tap on my back again and turned to look and no one was there, I then started to hear a voice say.......

hey baby, wanna get lucky? I thought it was going to be that hot game warden. Instead, it was...

a Ned Beatty look-a-like. Man that scene in Deliverance ran through my mind like a bad acid trip. I just had to....

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turn cheek and get the hell out of that fishin hole. We needed to get upriver to a place where we could fish and camp for the night. I went upstream to find my buddy and tell him about the weirdo, Just as I rounded the bend I saw him....

It was that guy from Ore-gun with an inflatable sheep and he had on knee pads...He was a huffin and puffin to get his sweetie up to full size.

when all of a sudden a few local crackers come down and start fishing right in front of him. One of them with his big snagging set up hooks the sheep and puts a big hole in it and ...

that inflated sheep took like a fartin' rocket and sailed to the other side of the river. The sheep's would be lover was lookin' kinda sheepish at that point. With a sheep f#cker in front of me and snaggers in the fishin' hole I wasn't sure what hail to do next. I ....