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The new business

Posted in Chick Shit, Fish Shit, reading writing shit on January 19, 2012 by heavymetalspey

Spent a few minutes on the water this weekend with a new gun. The recently-redesigned 7127 from burkheimer. A quick little stick that I believe has dry line written all over it but definitely wasn’t opposed to throwing a 510 skagit. Originally when I had this rod in mind it was purely a summer slammer. Not so much the case

It turns out the little guy has some backbone and wants to fuck around in some winter water. So be it. This is the presentation series of their rods and it is awful prurty. Great cork, the wood and the nickel upgrades sit well and the finish on the rod is something that must be seen to be appreciated. Speysnobs can keep the door on the bus locked, I don’t want a seat… But Jesus…it’s sooo nice.

I’ll do some very serious field testing and report back.




High as the skies

Posted in Chick Shit, reading writing shit, shit the bed in fear on July 27, 2011 by heavymetalspey

Sun is here, clouds said their goodbyes and left. The earth roars, new day. awareness raised, instincts heightened. The sense of it all. How strange that when your eyes are opened, sleeping becomes simple. These days, should not be taken lightly, I gravitate toward realization. Her eyes show like candles on my old road, her breath pushes life into mine. the touch, electric yet as grounded as the earth.

Labor day slaybor day

Posted in Bullshit shit, Fish Shit, hey bud, go fuck yourself., reading writing shit on September 3, 2010 by heavymetalspey

Trucks are loaded, jet skis are fueled, we are eastbound and down. Headed for lake called chelan. fly rod tubes, reels and waders on my desk at home. Metal will soon blare through the speakers. The Pendleton bottle sloshes under my seat, the one labeled- “shotgun”. The Dog is snoring in the back seat and I am a breathing contradiction- chasing vicodins with black label 5 hour energy… Let the heartburns begin.

Cocked and loaded

Posted in Booze Shit, Bullshit shit, Chick Shit, reading writing shit on August 12, 2010 by heavymetalspey

Here I am and here it is. Fucking midnight. I will not proof read this for my fear of the inevitable- misspellings, run ons, blathering, nonsense. Jesus my head is gonna hurt in the morning. My idiocy transcends situations. Like a badge I wear on my chest or a hat with the words “too late” written in bold random font like a ransom note with the intention of informing solid situations, women and destinations of my unfortunate time frame. My intentions always good, my judgement, always clouded. The veil of self loathing looms as if one of the clouds mentioned so full of lightning and rain- yet needing my blessing to begin, Never fully soaks. Self pity not withholding my forthright decisions needing to act as a umbrella. Inebriated Ramblings start as just that- ramblings- but my thought process being so that if I cannot come to terms with my stubbornness to inherently judge myself while sober, well then pour me a double. Let the whisky words flow, let the glass accept the offering and before any logic can be obtained let my bottomless pit inhale the martyr. john the baptist once wrote- “if one is thoughtless in his decisions, bash thyself in the nuts”. I’m paraphrasing a tiny bit but I digress. Good women come and go, opportunities will be missed from time to time. Acceptance and betterment is the hammer of the weapon needed to be cocked for the next, but, goddamnit, I may be hesitant to the thought of wasting rounds, Although i suppose the worst death is one with a full armory.

A win is a win in the west

Posted in reading writing shit on March 13, 2010 by heavymetalspey

Sure Sac town sucks i dont care, tonight b roy reminded everyone watching that he is 90% of the time- the best player on the court. blazers lead early and never looked back. we need wins like this for confidence. Go blazers- and brandon,.. DO IT, DO IT, DO IT TILL YOUR SATISFIED!!

feeding that beast..

Posted in reading writing shit on February 22, 2010 by heavymetalspey

i picked up “julip” by jim harrison last week and one evening, half drunk attempted to digest the first few chapters. ive read a lot of books (although my grammar would make you believe otherwise) but to have a author bulldoze your guts and shake the drunk out of you speaks volumes to a guy like me..alluding to the fact that perhaps my evening activities or at least their order should be re-assessed. harrisons words hit like mallets. his ferociousness strikes like a rattlesnake and leaves you much later than the pages have been rested. he is painfully honest and brutally forthright. something lacking in most aspects of a good life.  his words rumble and will make you think harder about most things, some big and some small but regardless, you will think.  jim harrison is cooler than you or anyone you know and there is a chance that if your mother was attractive that he slept with her. get in your car and drive the bastard through the front doors of the book store and get something with his name on it. now load a .44 caliber revolver pistol and blow a hole through the middle of your plans for the next fews weeks. i say weeks and not days because i think his writing is best digested slowly. then again, what the hell do i know?

heartbreak and headaches

Posted in Bullshit shit, reading writing shit on February 17, 2010 by heavymetalspey

i wish mirrors would stop doing their goddamn job. every one brings me closer to my truth and farther from my answer. a glance reminding the pain it resides. to hurt so bad for something or someone will bring a persons world to a halt and mans knees to the ground, yet the forgetful glance unchanged yields a still growing pain.  the thrashing emotions smash against my boat and i wonder why i don’t dive in, the world cold from thoughts like this. my heart is beating a million miles in time yet my soul is still as death. perhaps my time isn’t now, love eludes. pain has found a home and the bastard is late on rent. i want to sleep, but in my dreams she’s there too. i cant run from her but want to run to her. my arms and legs tired from digging this hole for my heart to lie in, my face stings from salt. surrounded my people and yet so alone. come back and stay away. my heart aches for myself, no one else is here or there. climb up and feel the warm offering, the warm friend long for a visit, but goddamnit ive dug myself up to hell.