Moved up to the Biddeford/Saco area a little over a year ago from Northern connecticut. I've done some exploring on the local brooks, rivers and tribs-mostly dredging with my Euro rod but some dry fly action as well. However, i'm ashamed to say that I have spent the majority of my time since moving, focuesd on finding one of those elusive sea-run brookies/browns I've heard so much about. I've tried different flies, tactics and rivers but still have not been able to crack the code on this one. I've put some thought into enlisting a local guide to show me the ropes, but wanted to put some feelers out to this group to see if theres any advice out there. *Disclaimer: Not asking for anyone to burn their favorite spot, but rather looking for general advice when it comes to targeting sea run fish in the great state of Maine-as this is very new to me. Thanks.
The funeral director was asking us what we think Mum should wear in her casket.
Mum always loved to wear sarongs (fabric wraps that go around the torso and drape downward a bit like a long skirt would), so my uncle suggested that she wear a sarong in there.
The funeral director looked a bit confused, as did some of our family members, to which my uncle added:
"What's sarong with that?"
I started laughing like an idiot. He was proud of it too. The funeral director was rather shocked. We assured her, and our more proper relatives, that Mum would've absolutely loved the joke (which is very true).
His delivery was perfect. I'll never forget the risk he took. We sometimes recall the moment as a way help cushion the blows of the grieving process.
--Edit-- I appreciate the condolences. I'm doing well and the worst is behind me and my family. But thanks :)
--Edit-- Massive thanks for all the awards and kind words. And the puns! Love 'em.
I would have a daughter
But Bill kept the Windows
True story; it even happened last night. My 5-year-old son walks up behind me and out of the blue says, "hey."
I turn to him and say, "yeah, kiddo? What's up?"
He responds, "it's dead grass."
I'm really confused and trying to figure out what's wrong and what he wants from me. "What? There's dead grass? What's wrong with that?"
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He says, totally straight-faced, "hay is dead grass," and runs off.
You officially hit rock bottom
And then you will all be sorry.
Now it’s syncing.
He replied, "Well, stop going to those places then!"
I will find you. You have my Word.
She said how do you know he was headed to work?
“thank you for your cervix.”
...sails are going through the roof.
