E-13: Introducing the "WTF Ones"!

Every blue moon something happens that is both so right and so wrong that it is perfect.  

 

Such was the case here yesterday in Extravaganzaland where, just as we had done literally over 100 times before over the last decade, we demurely departed in the early morning hours to take our assembled group to the promised fishing lands of Western Montana, festooned our first day in Hawaiian shirts and each bearing one or more gag guide gifts that have become so much a part of the lore and looming legend of the Extravaganzas.  It was a crisp Father’s Day morning yesterday and each of us with issue (some of which are issues, btw) shared that special knowledge that this Father’s Day we were going to do something truly special, dry fly fish the Bitterroot and Blackfoot Rivers in hunt of nature’s finned quarry.

 

In my car were Eddie “Two License” Downer and his fishing partner Brian “Nostradamus” Pretti and their long time chum Tom “Fruit Cup” Riggs—each sipping tea and or coffee and musing about how wonderful the day would be.  Well, it seems that Two License had been doing some serious contemplation since last year about just what his gag gifts would be.  A bra-festooned fishing hook was just not going to be enough so, in addition, Two License had procured an innocent looking box inside of which was a button with “WTF” emblazoned upon it—just like the ones Staples has that say “That Was Easy”. 

 

Innocent, my foot for it turned out that the button inside contained the vocalization of a would-be grumbling guide mumbling incoherent phrases, at the end of each was the clearly annunciated phrase: “What The Fuck!”

 

Well, veteran Extravaganza guide Jeff Lucas (photed above with the not-so-innocuous WTF button together with a portrayal of just where he set it on his boat while fishing Day One, Group One) immediately put the button to good use with Two License and Nostradamus in the course of which when one of his two charges (even they weren’t sure which one) by either sheer accident or fate not only hooked but actually landed a 12” rainbow on the Blackfoot and asked Guide Jeff to hold up the specimen so that one of them (again, they weren’t sure which one) took a picture of the beauty.  Well, the photography set up, focusing and initialization took such a long time that, as was surely inevitable in hind sight, the bow slipped out of Jeff’s hands and fell straight downward only to hit the button and then, right on cue, ejaculate “What The Fuck!”

 

It only took twenty minutes for the duo to report on their day’s activities to the Ones last evening, who became so enamored with the tale that “tell us that story again” was heard more that once resulting in the short hand code word for the Ones becoming “WTF” and the Ones, and their own request,  forever now to be known as the “WTF Ones”.

 

…and that’s the way it was this Day One of Group One, and that is the way that it so hereafter be…WTF.

 

Best to all amidst the hilarity of it all,

 

Rock Creek Ron

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