February 22, 2003

chaw-dippin', bass-kissin', good ol' boys

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Hungry deer are on the move in the Au Train area and I was lucky to snap a picture of a doe and her fawn crossing the lake in front of our cottage.

 New Slide Show!

U.P. 200 Sled Dog Championship (15 Pictures)

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The boys in the ESPN programming department may have grudgingly accepted this new reality, but thanks to Fish On, they've managed to take those fishing shows and sneak in some traditional soft-core porn.

Fish On may not be worth setting your VCR for, but when viewed over coffee and a Danish, it becomes apparent that this is the finest combination of water sports and bared flesh since Baywatch.  The shows's Hasselhoff is Scott, a charisma-free slab of beefcake who is always quick with a well-placed hand at the small of the back, all while dispensing wisdom from the deep.  And then there are the fisherwomen: the long-legged Dierdre, the toned and extra-enhanced Tara, and the token brunette, Michelle.  No matter your taste, they sure beat the chaw-dippin', bass-kissin', good ol' boys who usually populate fishing shows.  Somewhere, Hemingway is pistol-whipping his Cuban captain, muttering "Why the hell didn't I think of this?"

from a February 21, 2003 Slate article by Robert Weintraub.

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