Tuesday, May 27, 2008

stripers not strippers: a photographic extravaganza

Adam is getting married to the beautiful Katie in two weeks. So, for his bachelor party, we rented a house and chartered a boat on Tilghman Island on the Eastern Shore of the Chesapeake Bay at Harrison's Chesapeake House. And we fished for stripers. Striped bass. Rock fish. We caught a ton.

And everyone knows that a good, Irish-made, 10 pound Shepard's pie is the best fishing food and a fine good luck charm.















































On Sunday R and I went back to Pell's house and fished the Potomac and B&O Canal north of DC for bass. I didn't have much luck fly fishing but Pell and R caught a couple nice smallies.









More video to follow.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Were you fishing or just acting like a bunch of idiots? This is why so many fisheries across the country are in trouble. A bunch of drunk idiots trashing the place.

Brian said...

I want to see some slapgut videos.

Oh, and for future reference, if you're even involved in bachelor party planning for me, I prefer strippers to stripers.

Matthew D Dunn said...

Pell: though your use of the term 'fisheries' through me off for a second, I can see directly through your rogue.

Brian: don't marry the Georgian.

Anonymous said...

I live for that one second.

Jarred Williams

Brian said...

do you think you could get some strippers who are also slapgut players?

Anonymous said...

Wow, the video is interesting to say the least. I find it notable that it is clearly daytime and my husband is already so out of his gourd that he doesn't remember it. I like the descent off the deck.

D$

Anonymous said...

I'm glad the words slap gut never came up in conversation Saturday. I do wish I had brought several habanero peppers for spice purposes.

To the mooooon.

Adam Ziegler

Anonymous said...

your re a drunk