From the "Who Gives A F*ck" Files

Seriously? Is this worth all the hubbub? OK, we get it, lots of things are catchable, "on the fly." Cool, guy caught another shark. So?

Don't get me wrong, it's cool that he fly fishes for sharks. It's cool that he caught the most feared predator of the sea. But the story barely arouses a passing interest with me, except the annoyance at seeing it around every internet corner.

What do these stories actually offer? What about this story is applicable to the people reading and spreading it? To me, its no more pertinant than celebrity gossip in the tabloids.

Maybe I'm just cranky because this meeting keeps getting called in then re-delayed. Or maybe I'm tired from catching 150 lbs of salmon this weekend. Suck it.

Comments

Anonymous said…
thats some kick ass shit right there
7/21/09, 5:02 PM
Flying Ties said…
Just remember that it is now also in your corner of the Internet as well.


And I don't feel bad for you. You caught 150lb's of Salmon last weekend.
7/22/09, 8:08 AM
FoulHooked said…
FT- Indeed it is. If I wasnt so lazy, I might have described it rather than linked it...but...
7/22/09, 9:18 AM
Cole said…
I agree... Oh and it was caught by a guy that works for Abel, that right there is enough to make me barf!
7/22/09, 2:53 PM
FoulHooked said…
Hahahaha, that's right...now they'll have to come out with a great-white patterned reel and add another $1,500 to the tag.
7/22/09, 3:04 PM
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