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Post by Mark Patenaude on Feb 2, 2006 15:12:51 GMT -5
The idea is that once the "story" is started, I will start, each poster will add his or her line to the story. Don't make you portion too long and try to leave it sort of open ended so the next person adding to it can pick up where you left off. I've done this a couple of other times, on another board, and it can be absolutely hysterical to see where the story goes...
O.K. here we go...
So there I was, sitting on the banks of the picturesque Deerfield River watching trout rise when out of the woods walks...
(your turn, I think you get the idea)
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Post by Uplander on Feb 2, 2006 15:37:17 GMT -5
…Joe Overlock, the legendary, reclusive “Deer Whisperer” of the Berkshires. He was glassy-eyed, disheveled, and covered from head to toe in…
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Post by Mark Patenaude on Feb 2, 2006 16:02:32 GMT -5
...deer semen and with several bleeding wounds from what appeared to have been inflicted by deer antlers. When I asked him what happened he said...
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Post by Uplander on Feb 2, 2006 16:10:35 GMT -5
…”I forgot that the deer rut is on, and I happened upon a big gay buck back there in the swamp! I tried to beat him off by whipping him with my trusty Thomas & Thomas Helix fly rod, but…”
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Post by Mark Patenaude on Feb 2, 2006 16:28:56 GMT -5
after a couple of really hard cracks across the head, Lefty Kreh came from out of nowhere and said that I looked like a monkey hoeing cabbage. He said I couldn't cast a shadow never mind a fly rod and offered to...
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Post by Uplander on Feb 2, 2006 19:40:48 GMT -5
…”give me a ride back to town. Turns out he was staying at the Porches Inn in North Adams so that he could fish the Hoosic River’s flood control chute across the street.” “I’m writing my latest book all about it," Lefty said. “It’s titled…”
LET'S GO PEOPLE. MARK AND I CAN'T DO THIS ALL BY OURSELVES!!!!
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Post by JoeOverlock on Feb 2, 2006 23:07:45 GMT -5
"The Life and Times of Shaun O'Connell". It's my first attempt at writing something other then How-to books. I'm just not sure whether it's a Drama. Comedy, or Tragedy. It starts off with... Boy, I take off for a day and this is what I get... A GAY BUCK!!! LOL!
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Post by Uplander on Feb 3, 2006 8:04:06 GMT -5
…an account of his hardscrabble early life as a scabby street urchin in Kingston, Jamaica. His tales of fly fishing for bonefish in order to ward off starvation will bring you to tears; unless…
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Post by Mark Patenaude on Feb 3, 2006 8:17:09 GMT -5
"Who's Bright Idea Was This". Lefty went on to say that he was thinking about retiring from the world of fly fishing to become an author and was secretly considering Joe to replace him, except that...
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Post by FishinCane on Feb 3, 2006 8:17:47 GMT -5
and it starts off with.... The day is October 30 and I find myself in this quaint little town of North Adams MA. I tried to fish the Deerfield river today but the water was high (power company was releasing water) so instead I went to the famed C&R section of the Hoosic River. As I was fishing some local kids ran by yelling and screaming something about Cabbage Stalk Night. Not sure what they were referring to.....
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Post by Uplander on Feb 3, 2006 8:27:05 GMT -5
…but I’m pretty sure it has something to do with randy maidens. Speaking of randy maidens, I’m hungry. What say you and I go grab a bite to eat over at…
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Post by JoeOverlock on Feb 3, 2006 9:23:29 GMT -5
...that nice little bar on River Street. That guy over there with the nervous twitch told me the Special there costs $50, but it will keep you going all day, just ask for Angel to be your waiter.
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Post by Uplander on Feb 3, 2006 10:13:44 GMT -5
So, Joe, Lefty, and I moseyed on over to River Street and ponied up to the bar. “Hey buddy, where’s Angel, and what’s this $50 Special we heard about?” I asked the cross-eyed bartender.
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Post by Mark Patenaude on Feb 3, 2006 10:17:12 GMT -5
The bartender said that Angel is no longer with us. Apparently she is also a massage therapist and is in County Jail. It has something to do with a "Happy Ending". I'm not quite sure what that is but I've heard that it.....
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Post by Uplander on Feb 3, 2006 10:48:28 GMT -5
…can get ya into trouble and ya can spend some time in the hoosgow for it.” Suddenly the cross-eyed bartender looked at the three of us a little closer. “Hey, you boys looks like you been fishin’,” he said. “Ya better not have been…
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Post by Mark Patenaude on Feb 3, 2006 11:34:18 GMT -5
thinking about going to see that new movie Brokeback Mountain. Those guys play with a different kind of long rod. Speaking of you long rodders....
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Post by Uplander on Feb 6, 2006 8:41:14 GMT -5
…”why do you use them sissy sticks anyhow? 'Round these parts, real men fish with quarter sticks of dynamite. You must be seefisticated South County catch and release fishermen.” Well, let me tell you, I was so angry at this attack on my manhood that I almost choked on my white wine spritzer. Luckily for the Neanderthal behind the bar, at that moment my cell phone rang….
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Post by Mark Patenaude on Feb 6, 2006 9:27:44 GMT -5
...it was my wife. She can't leave me alone for 5 minutes. She asked me to pickup some bread and toilet paper on my way home. I told her...
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Post by Uplander on Feb 6, 2006 10:10:50 GMT -5
…that I wanted a divorce. I couldn’t take it any more. My life wasn’t worth living. I had a plan. I would park my van down by the Hoosic River and eat only Hoosic fish and drink only Hoosic water until the end came -- death by PCBs. “Why you blankity blank!” she exclaimed. “Ever since you met that low down, no good…
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Post by dragonma15 on Feb 7, 2006 13:42:55 GMT -5
"... Lefty all you do is waste your time fondling your rods! You never take the time to notice me anymore. I'm taking half of every..." I threw the d**n cell phone out the window. Never cared for those things much anyway. She can take everything else, she'll never get her hands on my....
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Post by Uplander on Feb 16, 2006 13:22:36 GMT -5
….pistol!” I bellowed as I pulled the trigger.
The end.
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