Tappin' Bass at a Bachelor Party

Hit Bryant Creek in south-central MO last weekend to celebrate with Zac, the bachelor, one last time. Eleven guys, seven canoes, one hand-made longboat, two dogs, and a shit-ton of fishing rods. 

Put in about noonish on Saturday.

  

And then we fished and we fished and we fished (I actually did more picture taking and beer drinking and left the casting to the professionals.)

Cut out at a gravel bar early that evening.

Set up camp.

Let the beer flow like wine.

Played some washers.

Sent out a hunting party for the ever-elusive gar.

And were treated to venison fajitas and then dutch-oven cobbler and homeade ice cream.

(thanks to Kyle who runs Longboat Outfitters and Jim)

Then told stories and talked about Zac's ex's until the rain came.

Zac and I (and one or two others) slept commando style under a barrage of thunderstorms.

Packed up in the morning and hit the water again.

And got to hear some of Zac's wisdom on Nymphing.

I had to paddle out early on Sunday to catch a plane, but the weekend was well worth it. Great weekend with a bunch of good guys...

...and the man of the hour.