There was nothing they could do. As night came they cut a chunk off the exposed portion of the ass and made it back to there truck.
They built a fire and set up camp. They sat back and relaxed trying to stay warm and O brought out the hard jar. Bob took a swig and asked what should be the plan for tomorrow?
O took a shot and said they should try to be the first ones in super secret hot spot #2. Bob agreed and took another swig. Just then.........

..he hears some fish surfacing in the river. In the moonlight, they spotted a few Salmon holding right on the surface in a little eddy. The lucky guy who's wife left for the weekend and his fishin buddy piped up and stated they had some glo fly's that supposedly worked really well on Salmon at night, but noone had EVER tried them. They grabbed their 9wts and tied up....

the guy who got lucky still with the smell on his person was first to cast right above the holding school of fish, not but a second later all you could hear was....

....the thunderous roar of Os's butt cheeks slapping together. Apparently the hot dog he ate earlier that day didn't agree with him. Everyone was laughing pretty good when all of a sudden...

everyone focused back on the river. Holding back laughs thinking about how farts and fishing trips go together like peanut butter and jelly, they watched they guy execute a perfect figure S cast with the glo fly. The fly was whipping through the night sky creating some great tracers, then gently hit the water.....

as everyone was tring to shake there tracers the flashbacks started happening. Just what we needed! Then the next thing seen was like something straight out af bass masters top water fishing. As fly just started to drift a very large mouth came up in the night sky light and....

...and slammed the bug in a shower of phospherescent sparks. The fish took off leaving a ghostly trail behind. At the same time there was a ...

rustling in the bushes. Oh my! Snaggers, sheep lovers, angry hornets??? No it's Fishgal coming to track down Bob. She stepped out onto the bar and ...

said, "Hey, sailor, is that a K-16 in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me...? Then she cozied up to Bob, real nice-like, bent over close to his ear and whispered,

Wake up, honey. You have clients today....Bob grogily got out of bed shaking his head at the really weird dream thinking to himself that he really shouldn't have eaten that...

...mushroom...

bag of delicious mushrooms he'd picked while walking through the cowfields on the skok. they were a bit slimy but the flavor was unbeatable. so he headed out the door....

(i was a minute late)

and puked because one his least favorite things to eat on this whole planet are mushrooms. Bob then realized that this part of the story is actually the dream because he never would have eaten mushrooms in the first place.

Anyhow, Bob, Os, Fishgal, and our original lucky angler are all back on the bank and ...

... notice that foxy game warden gal again.

Downriggin'

She walks slowy towards them carrying a satelite dish and an old kitchen chair, then...

said, "Do you like to watch?" Then, out of the sky, a particle emissions tazar beam split the atmosphere with an ear rending shriek, vaporizing Bob, Fishgal, and a considerable portion of real estate nearbye, leaving the entire Hoh river watershed a seething ocean of molten rock.

Luckily, the beam spared the Lucky Fisherman, his fishing buddy, and the Foxy Warden. The heat of the beam did not evaporate too much of the already low river either. They looked at the river closely, and noticed that all of the fish in the river had been starngely affected by this phenomenon. They all looked to each other and shrugged. "Bow your heads for Bob and Fisshgal, they were people of the best caliber, they loved and fought for this river."

They decided that the super secret hot spot hat become "too hot" with all the molten rock. They decided to pack up and head for another fishing spot.

As they packed up the rig, The Fox spotted Bob's mangy piscatorial cap that he never takes off lying by the river. "Maybe they weren't vaporized, maybe they were transported to a different time and place?

They drove off....

As they drove along, they noticed that all colors were tinged a bit purple. Our hero asked, "Doesn't that bit of color indicate weakness in the space time fabric? Maybe we could align the matter-antimatter converter with the frame and level wind of my Abu 6601, bridge it with a couple of Vision hooks soldered crosswise, and open a time portal to just before Bob bit the big one."

They looked at each other for a moment, and then

said, screw it! More water for us , let's catch some fish!!

decited that it was time to start fishing. They were just getting set up and talking about the strange events that have been taking place. They figured that something must be causing this. A few minutes goes by and all the happy anglers are starting to hook and few nice cromers. When they started hearing faint sounds of... pink floyd. The music started getting louder and next thing you know all the orignal members of the band are doing a show river side for them. Just then...........