Fish Biter’s Club

January 28, 2009

Frenzy

Legend has it that some young frenziers in their zeal to catch nothing but trout in the fabled Idaho Fly Fishing Streams cast a spell that exiled the guilty party to a punishment that only Bear Grylls would embrace.

 
What punishment you ask? Well, in order to answer that question we need a little history to fully understand the frenziers quest.

 
Most of you that fish Idaho’s Fly Fishing streams know that besides the beautiful Cutts, Bows, and Browns, lurk the ever-so-sneaky Mountain Whitefish. I particularly, am not a fan. Some probably whole-heartedly disagree, which is fine. And dont get me wrong, catching whitefish is better than getting skunked. However, when you are deep in trout meditation and you get that ‘take’ your blood pressure rises, the heart beats faster, and you feel the dank-dank-dank at the end of your line and know that it is a whitefish. Kinda feels like kissing a hot girl only to find out later it was your cousin. Disappointing to say the least.

 
Well, one particular day, some fenziers were experiencing the disappointment mentioned above and a young Nephi Allen (Honorary Frenzier) threw down the gauntlet. “The next person that catches a whitefish has to bite it’s damn head off”. The bravado and testosterone were at high levels this day and thus, the Fish Biter’s Club was born.

 
The first inductee into the Fish Biter’s Club was none other than Wyatt “Earp Fish” Tibbits, who to this day can stomach some of the grossest shiz I’ve ever seen (the bass eyeball in Vernal? Boowhooop). If Bear Grylls ever needed a replacement, Wyatt is the man for the job.

 
There have been many inductees since, but one particular instance was caught on film. While fishing Bitch Creek in Idaho, Gary Indiana and myself (Chubbs) pledged to follow those that had gone before them. About 15 minutes into the day, I cast my streamer into a sweet, deep hole and pulled out a ripe mountain whitefish. Being a man of my word, I looked that whitefish in the eyes and made my peace before biting just behind the gills. I wont go into too much detail, but I will say that I tasted fish and brushed scales out of my teeth for the next 3 days.

 
Below is the evidence that the Fish Biter’s Club exists. This was about 10 years ago as you can tell from the gear. However, that Indiana Jones looking hat I’m wearing is cherry.
Enjoy!

Yes, that is whitefish blood on my lips.

Yes, that is whitefish blood on my lips.

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9 Responses to “Fish Biter’s Club”

  1. Fat Guy Alex Says:

    Your a cousin kisser. Don’t deny it.

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    Big Hoss Reply:

    thanks for pointing out the obvious.

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  2. chubbsypeterson Says:

    Arent we all to some degree?

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  3. Clive Says:

    Sushi!

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    chubbsypeterson Reply:

    All i needed was some wasabi and soy sauce.

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  4. Jake Says:

    Finally a kind gentle approach to fishing!

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    chubbsypeterson Reply:

    This fish was unharmed in this photo!

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    Dave Hancey Reply:

    I’ve always respected the “catch and release” tactics you embrace!

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  5. Wyatt Says:

    You HAVE to post the clip of you and president choking on the brown trout!! That is the funniest shiz ever…

    Reply

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