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Broadcasting from the HQ bunker: Hello and welcome!
We are a small mob of dirtbag anglers with a web site. We’ve stared at enough water and felt enough piscatorial vivacity in our mitts to maybe have some things to say about it. You might disagree, but here you are anyway. Did you bring beer? You better have if you know what’s good for you!
We’ve stumbled out of a variety of regions and fallen together on the internets. We’re pretty much staunch localists who are still stoked about the rivers, lakes and creeks we’re lucky enough to call our home waters, and wanted to get the words down before life goes and robs us of the alphabet. And we want to have a good time doing it.
You should also expect stuff that’s only marginally fishing-related, maybe, if at all, because we’re prone to strange compulsions. We tend to poke a lot of fun, because we like to laugh, and we believe none of this should be taken all that seriously. You like to laugh, dontcha? Good answer.
Are we professionals? No. Do we have all the most badass stuff? No. Do we know all the tips and tricks? No. Do we drink too much? Maybe. But we do know we love fishing, the outdoors, and beer. Definitely beer. We hope it suits you. If not… well, you’re still here! So hand over that beer, dammit. Like democracy, the price of awesome ain’t free.
Meet some of our crew:
GotTheNet grew up in New Jersey, slinging bait and being wet-nursed on golf ponds, reservoirs and forgotten trickles. But we don’t hold it against him that he hailed from New Jersey. Now he’s has a love/hate relationship with Sgt. Slaughter (gotta ask him the story), and treats the condition with liberal amounts interweb banter with the band of miscreants behind TTA. He maintains aquaseal and babywipes will get you further in life than duct tape (and much happier), has probably met someone who got to at least third base with your sister, and writes all this from a lesbian coffeeshop because “You never really know.” In his spare time, he enjoys butchering pigs, hanging with getthenet007.
Getthenet007 is at home in the cold. A fresh block of ice and a raging bankside fire excites his soul. He fishes for stuff that lives up in our local rivers as long as it’s HUGE! He also likes getting big and badass by weight-lifting carp instead of dumbells. Wanderlust, and frankly, several other types of lust, have since dragged him all over the Nor’east lookin’ for fish and skillfully plying thee angle. Talents include boating on the Susquehanna River during flood stage while shotgunning a beer, finding fish in every mudpuddle within 50 feet of him, and baiting tip-ups fearlessly naked, on 1/4 inch of creaking ice, with his eyes closed, on command.
Flyfisher lurches after fishes in the hinterlands of Central New York, battling snow devils, howling packs of rust belt coyotes and great clouds of vampire bugs. (Pennsylvania’s much more pleasant, really, and the trout are bigger, so you should go there.) Flyfisher has been selected as TTA’s Finger Lakes representative by default, because none of these other guys live there. Flyfisher is lucky enough to live near a stream that’s open year round, but since the area receives over 100 inches of snow each winter, the joke is probably on him. Nonetheless, he can often be found flogging the water off an ice shelf in December, busting the freezus from his guides and muttering about his amazing luck catching huge browns and landlocked Atlantic Salmon. A team of propellerheads from Cornell University are studying this behavior, but have yet to explain it. In his spare time fishing, Flyfisher likes the company of his poochy and a good cigar.
Dpiscator is mostly seen wearing a dirty green ballcap, a lipper full of chewing tobacco, and rarely clean-shaven. No, he’s not a redneck… He’s a Dirtbag. He endorses Skoal Long Cut, Wild Turkey Bourbon, Krispy Kremes Sheetz Apple Fritters, and hucking fat streamers. He angles for trouts mostly but he has a short attention span so he occasionally kayaks up and down the North Branch Susquehanna River fishing for smallies, chubs, and carp. As a dirtbag, he’s quite clean, but you should keep your hands and feet away from his mouth. While generally harmless, we can’t stress enough that doing Elephant Man-like flyrod casting imitations of dpiscator (within his view or earshot) is a good way to find out what the bid’ness end of a firefighter’s spanner wrench tastes like. Bring yer ID and a baggie for your teeth.
