Greetings fellow Extravaganzers from Headquarters where the hits keep on a-comin’!!
As we approach our eleventh foray into the wilds of Montana Ritz Carlton style, as you can imagine, traditions have built up and surrounded the activities of each Extravaganza. Included in these traditions is the awarding of a monogrammed Yellow Hat for the largest trout caught each day (over the years we had to include the modifier “trout” as folks, among a variety of other creative submissions, have (i) tried to include squawfish and suckers [“junk fish” in these here parts—right Group Tattooer Tim “Squawfish” Rodgers?!?] as qualifiers; (ii) entered photo-shopped pictures of concocted breeds of “Franken fish”, and (iii) purchased and submitted stuffed trout {the largest of which still graces our fireplace}). Also, it is our most coveted award to bestow a monogrammed Yellow Shirt for the fisherperson (how about that for being pc?!?) who catches (and releases) the largest trout in each Group—obviously, also a Yellow Hat winner (right, first-ever female awardee Group Three Kristine “Missouri” Bedford?!?—yes, there is a story there to that well-earned MT nickname!). You rookies will see seasoned veterans in each of your groups returning with well-used yellow hats and shirts from prior years…true Extravaganza trophies!
Richest and most enjoyable among our traditions, however, is, each evening, our nightly gathering around our outdoor dining table and sharing with each other (with cocktails and h.d.’s in hand, I might add) the scenes and events of the fishing day. We affectionately refer to this assemblage as “The Boat Reports” where many an untoward tale has been told over the years and, resultantly, wiley, veteran Extravaganzers have developed a keen eye and ear out to separate fact from fiction of the reporting boaters. To that end, last year Group One bestowed upon us a button with an electronic “bullshit” vocalization—if you heard it, you reached for and pushed the button which declared the foul; but, alas, the B.S. Button broke mid-Group Three from over usage.
To remedy our E-12 loss, during the off season, I was fortunate to come across a virtually indestructible replacement for our much appreciated and destroyed B.S. Button—witness our newest Extravaganza accoutrement, the soon-to-be-famous Bullshit Bell, photos of which are attached. This hearty, metal
no-nonsense clanger currently sits stage-center on our outdoor table gathering energy from its magnificent surroundings in waiting and in preparation for doing ringing battle beginning 45 days from today—fishing Day One for the Wonderful Ones. So, here’s the deal: If anyone should even suspect an errant inclusion in any of our boat reports each is duty bound to clang the clanger and declare the foul. We will be tracking the whoppers as they occur on (y)our www.montanaextravaganza2013.blogspot.com blogsite with a bottle of coveted Rock Creek Red to awarded to the biggest whopper in each group!
Hold on…did I just hear that bell ring?!?
Best to all in preparation for it all,
Rock Creek Ron
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