Funniest Thing Written on HUSF?

[cst]

what do you guys thing is the funniest thing to ever be written on www.hookupsportfishing.com ?

i vote for the quote below. Jeff is referring to the color Avet he wanted to buy...

Originally Posted by Nick Velvet

I probably would have gotten a blue one to match my eyes but he was sold out.

[DementedFish]

wow they're have definitely been some funny things written over the past 4 years. It will take a long time to sort through the threads.

[MOBassman]

I'm going to have to vote for this quote Chris. What the hell were you drinking at the time? LOL

Originally Posted by cst

Hi, this post is all about Jeff. This post is awesome. My name is Chris and I can't stop thinking about Jeff. This guy is cool; and by cool, I mean totally sweet.
Jeff is sooooooooooo sweet that I want to crap my pants. I can't believe it sometimes, but I feel it inside my heart. These guys is totally awesome and that's a fact. Jeff is pissed, angry, cool, strong, powerful, and sweet. I can't wait to get tattoos next year. I love Jeff with all of my body (including my pee pee).

[DementedFish]

Oh yes that is truely a HUSF classic!

[Homeslice]

I'm sure we can find one on this thread. When are we gonna make this thing?

http://www.hookupsportfishing.com/fo...hread9070.html

[BeachBear]

Late Report--Coroloma Rockin', Polar Bears & NASCAR Current!

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Finally made it out on the first sportfishing trip of the year on Wednesday. Had to call in sick--did an Academy Award acting job that had 'em convinced I was "knockin' on Heaven's door"--and made my way north to Ventura Harbor to fish on the Coroloma, a Hook Up favorite Anyway, as I jumped on the 118 Freeway near my home in Granada Hills, I noticed that the traffic was at a standstill I turned on the radio & the traffic report said that there had been a horrific accident--somebody going the wrong way on the freeway hit a tanker truck head on and it exploded! This had happened at 11:30 PM the previous day--and the freeway was still closed at 5AM in the morning The radio report said the accident was "under investigation." Well, I wasn't going to miss out on my first sportfishing trip of 2008, so I got off the freeway--despite some ill-mannered bozos who wouldn't let me get over(I showered them with appropriate curses, i.e. questioning their heritage--did your mother have an unholy union with a diseased jackal?) After racing down the side streets, I jumped back on the freeway near Simi Valley and it was smooth sailing on the 118 to the 101 north. After paying for my ticket, I boarded the Coroloma. After a few minutes, we headed for an hour and a half ride to The Promised Land, where the rockfish were as plentiful as the boats on Lake Crowley on opening weekend On the way out, I was glad I had dressed warmly, because it was COLD in all caps How cold was it? Well, on the way out, we passed a bunch of polar bears on an ice floe dressed in ski parkas and uggh boots playing Texas Hold 'Em And later in the journey, some Emperor penguins--applying pancake makeup--asked us if we were the film crew from the Discovery Channel We finally made it the fishing grounds, the captain told us to drop 'em, and we did. I originally started with ten ounces and the 2-hook set-up baited with frozen squid. But the current was racing like some kind of NASCAR qualifying event--ten ounces wasn't even touching the bottom So I increased the weight to twelve and started catching a few of the traget species--can you say "assorted rockfish?" I also tried some Gulp! stuff, but today, it was the squid or the "empty sack blues" And then the current got even worse, racing like some rain-swollen river after a world-class deluge. By this time, I'm up to sixteen ounces and my rod is bent over BIGTIME! Somehow I manage to "feel" the bites under these less-than-ideal conditions and end up with a limit of rockfish--no honkers--but a fairly big bag of tasty filets Of course, thanks to the captain--all his moves made sense under the conditions--the crew--great assistance at unhooking & bagging fish, untangling hellacious tangles, and offering great advice that paid dividends(who knew that spacing between hooks on the leader--more length is better-would pay off with killer double hook-ups?) And the galley food--totally excellent--a fat breakfast burrito and a double cheeseburger that would give Fatburger a run for it's money In case you're thinking I'm a deadhead or on the Coroloma team, I paid full fare, with generous tips to the galley & crew. Why waste time with the LA landings with their sketchy captains and crews--making sure the deadheads get the jackpot & assorted "dirty tricks?" The Coroloma plays fair

IMHO it's one of the funniest reports. If I wasn't an angler I'd still read his reports.

FishTrix' are the coolest because of the songs.