The Fly Bar is Now Closed – Not the Last Call – More to Come
It’s almost two in the morning, and I can’t stop for a second. Wilco – Kill Your Television is playing, and I am looking out from the Fly Bar. Everyone is gone, and there’s a lot of leftover food and refreshments. So, the first, inaugural Fly Bar party was a stark raving success.
Whilst others are fishing, dreaming of fishing, or tired of fishing, I have plans first hatched across the bar … Rockport, Utah, another cleanup drink whatever is left over this week … bar tending at the Fly Bar is a good gig.
Although there was a dearth of fly guys at the bar, the stage has been set for more gatherings at the Fly Bar, as reported to me “this will be so great when it gets cooler”. Heck, I say slather on the deet and let’s get going now!
The missing in action have their reasons, whether it’s an axe to grind, or previous obligations. All I know is they missed out. However, there will be more opportunities. I haven’t even finished the bar yet — there’s still the wall, the roof and the video and stereo to go in before we can truly corrupt visitors with good clean fish porn.
So, with no further ado, here are some of tonight’s party pix, sans captions in the interest of sleep. I will do a second installment tomorrow when the connection is a little faster.
Category: Eating and Drinking
fishing at camp isn’t exactly exciting.
put breakfast sausage on hook, drop line into creek, catch fish, unhook it, rinse, repeat. then your hands smell like sausagy fish for the rest of the day. yuck.
i did have a cabin last year catch 64 fish in one week though, made it a little more interesting. probably really only like 5 fish 64 times.
OK, we will get over it. Go fishing Cindy!
one of these pictures isn’t resized right and is sticking out of the post.
I admit it, I missed the party because I had an axe to grind. Or I had kids to take care of. A lot of kids. 😉
you wore the shirt! 🙂
No. Really! Everyone was sober.