The Skunkmeister had to take off the vintage waders just long enough to give away daughter Sarah (see bottom of last post) in marriage to Jason. Everything went swimmingly, but I felt buck naked without the vintage waders. This has been corrected.

People may tell you that fishing has tapered off in recent weeks, but don’t you believe ‘em, because the Skunkmeister’s success rate is as high as ever. You just gotta get out there, get lost, freeze some extremities, lose some gear, whatever turns you on. Keep the faith!

Here is a sample of what you can look forward to on the Skunk Report in the coming days:

Announcing the Big Winner of the Complete-The-Corny-Saying Contest. The Grand Prize is Delivered!

The Skunkmeister previews the ice fishing season. Hint: there’s a lot of good stuff about ice in this one.

The eagerly-anticipated Skunk Report Recipe Contest. Eat your heart out.

And last, but not least, The Coming of the Smokemeister:

Can’t you just smell the love! Slack lines!