First things first, the gag gifts. RCR has declared that Group Four is the collective winner for gag gifts, with an obscene amount of laughter arising from said gifts.
Haden Ongaru and Doug Caulfield gave their guide Dave baloney, stemming from an obscure Steve Martin joke that involves funny shoes (Dave wears some very fashionable orange Crocs) with baloney in the heel. My baloney has a first name...? ah. I got nuthin'.
Doug and Lois Pendleton gave their guide Chris Stroup a totally rad black tshirt that reads "Spawn till you die!!" Excellent!
Jim Krieg and Mary Reilley took a different approach. A man after this blogger's own heart, Jim likes to wear ridiculous hats whilst skiing. His favorite and most obnoxious one is a black fleece beanie with batman like ears. In the process of looking for a suitable white elephant, Mary spotted this obvious candidate and said 'that's the one!!' Yep, a black, eared, fleece hat for fishing in the summer in Montana. Bravo!
Now Scott McAdams really got creative. He took one of those plastic face mask safety shields and created a Darth Vader-like mask for his guide. So that the guide might actually see some fish while out with Scott and fellow yahoo Ron Beeler, Scott thoughtfully stuck some fish stickers on the visor!
What the..!?!?
Brian Roberstson had drawn the Now Infamous Yet Much Loved Kurt as guide. Now, I know that this blog has taken some good natured cracks at Kurt, but only because his big mouth is such an easy target. I'm tempted to make some more here, but I've just been informed that Der Blogger and Der Tyler are fishing with Kurt tomorrow. How bout that Kurt huh? Is he a great guy or what?? Oh yeah, Brian gave Kurt a framed photo of them fishing last year, with the frame reading "The greatest gift is the tranquility of nature, the sound of silence."
And wow! RCR was winging the gag gift award licence plates frames out like frisbees!
And the frisbees did fly. Now, if I show you a photo of three cars and tell you two belonged to bankers, which two would you pick?
HAHAHAHAHA!!! Geez, is a grey lexus standard issue for these guys? Ok that was too easy. Almost as easy as the defacing Tyler did of those fine automobiles:
Now, you may be wondering what we did with those terribly serious and terribly impressive chrome dealer frames from the Lexus dealership? Well, wonder no more:
Yes, those are they, hanging from the bird feeder.
In related news, Trusty Sir, who is always ready to go for a ride, hopped in to the above pictured Ford Explorer, which was then shut, which led to a frantic 10 minutes while we tried to locate him. Sheesh!
But the gags didn't stop there! Fred Johnson broke a wine glass during a toast, which led to him being assigned a plastic wine glass. If he breaks that, he gets a sippy cup!
Meet your new best friend, Fred:
Then, a contentious game of horseshoes broke out. Scott McAdams asks for a judges ruling on scoring:
Don Valdez disputes the call. Too bad, so sad:
Then, it was time for another fine Rock Creek Supper! Would someone mind rolling me upstairs to bed? Pork tenderloin served over rice and beans, with a twist of lime, bbq'ed peach and salad. Huckleberry pie not pictured. Bravissimo, Kathy!
Then, Fred Johnson held an informal jam session in the kitchen, complete with dancing and singalong. "Oh Lord, stuck in Rock Creek again!"
Gettin' DOWN!
Just when I thought the action was over, we found we were short a plunger. Uh Oh! No problem, RCR to the rescue with a plan that involved a garden hose, a towel, and a three man team consisting of himself, Tyler, and the blogmeister. No, I won't tell you how it went down, I can't give away RCR subsurface fishing secrets.
Dave
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