We read your requests, Buster web tubers!
1. Mingo’s Girl
2. Huge Slabs
3. Garage Rock!
In the spirit of diminished expectations, I offer the following:
Black Lips — Live in Tijuana
In yesterday’s NYT there is an editorial advocating reform of the 1872 Mining Act. As the editorial points out, there is ample evidence of the environmental damage allowed by this outdated law, but the Inspector General of the Interior Department, Earl Devaney, discovered a new reason for reform:
“After an extensive one-year investigation, Mr. Devaney concludes, in language that is always blunt and at times incendiary, that both the Bureau of Land Management and the National Park Service have “put the public’s health and safety at risk” by failing to clean up or seal off abandoned mine sites. Several deaths and injuries have already occurred — one mine swallowed an entire vehicle, the report says — and ‘the potential for more deaths and injuries is ominous.’ ”
You can read the entire report on the IG’s webpage, under the recently released reports link, in either PDF or text formats. Last year, the House of Representatives passed a bill that would reform the Mining Act, requiring stricter environmental protections and require hard rock miners to pay royalties, like oil companies do, to fund clean up and closure of abandoned mines. The bill is facing stiff resistance in the Senate, led chiefly by Harry Reid.
And so the story goes: When the Rathbun over at Moldy Chum got his greasy hands on the photos of our gagger king from BC West, this was his reply:
“Badass to say the least. If this doesn’t take the July prize, I’ll administer a jab to my own junk.”
thing is, a high 30′s fish doesn’t get near as close to giant as this, a 62 lb. Queen Charlotte Costco-sized pork rind some dude named Ken with awesome David Hasselhoff T-Top hair rocked a week later.
this king is so big the guy is clearly puking in his mouth during the photo:
That being said, Mr. Chum and your mold:
I‘m pretty sure you owe me and the Buster loyal some payback so let’s see that fist to your figs, eh?
you know, for posterity’s sake.
A fine specimen caught somewhere in Colorado, by lucky bastidge, Pat Brennan . And no, not on a nymph, but on an honest-to-Dog, meat and potatoes streamer like a real man (or an aspiring one, anyway…) Actually, there was likely little luck involved – the kid’s got serious skills. When not doing time in the Big House or galavanting around the globe with the Junior USA Fly Fishing Team, Pat hangs around High Country Flies in Jackson, Wy, under the flimsy premise of being gainfully employed. You SUCK, Pat.
“He’s gonna backlash that sonuvabitch again”
As always, drop yours in the comments. Free BWTF bumpersticker to the winner. Winner defined by the comment that makes me shoot coffee out of my nose.
