DIY Bones… Somewhere in the Caribbean
Found the following over on ThisRiverIsWild. Not the sort of thing I usually post—swaggish vid posts—but I am legitimately jealous about this. Also, I wish to hell I knew where they were… and respect the hell out of them for not revealing that juicy bit of info.
Seeing the awesomeness of this particular post you might wonder why I’ve not linked to these guys before. Well, I thought I had good reasons for that, but it turns out it was just my own prejudice and general delinquency. I honestly thought, “Shit, this is just fish porn” and, like regular porn, you might like it but probably wouldn’t link to it on your blog, even if your blog was about relationships and couples. (I did save them in my bookmarks, though.)
Ok, fine, so it’s not the deepest stuff out there, but these guys are actually out there, doing it, while the rest of us bloggers sit around trying to write poetry about it. (Ok, fine, not all of us just sit around, but I know I do, so I’m speaking for that segment of the blogosphere that I know anything about: me.)
The other reason that I didn’t link right away is that about the time I found them the became part of something called the flip flop nation, or fly flopping nation, or flip fish nation, or something. Pretty much not my thing, gotta say. Tons of back-slapping, lookihere, gen-me, x-treme sport types…. Um, new flash: fly fishing is not extreme, unless you’re a purist bastard who won’t fish with anything but a 3-weight bamboo rod and silk line for EVERYTHING. And even then “extreme” only refers to the extreme dumbassery of such an attitude.
But I digress; what I meant to say was these guys are awesome and generally rock the hell out of the whole DIY scene and I wish I was there, drinking warm beer, eating food that’s mostly bad for me, and catching the hell outa some Caribbean bones. So, please, won’t you join me in living vicariously.