I usually let opportunities to join in on internet fun sail right on by, kind of like a selective trout that will only rise to certain flies at certain times and only under the most exacting conditions. Consumate angler that he is, Owl Jones has hooked me with his ’80s week prompt (you should follow that link if only to see how a mullet is properly rocked).
While looking for appropriate material from those hazy days so long ago, I realized a couple of things. First of all, I am in posession of an awful lot of crap that should have been thrown out long ago. That said, here is a photo, taken on a fishing trip in 1986, of one of my favorite rocks:
And here is a picture of one of my favorite fishing streams, as seen from the top of that rock:
Yes, the 1980s. Back when I could evidently support my own weight using only my butt muscles. Strange days, indeed.
Me in the middle
The View from Fish in a Barrel Pond 
That stream looks like heaven to me. Thanks for “playing” Quill. Now get back to work, you hoser. 🙂 lol
Tarryalls?
Owl – it was a nice stream 25 years ago but I haven’t been back there in probably 15. I assume (hope) it is still just as nice.
Rob – Those are from Dome Rock, Mueller Ranch, between Cripple Creek and Florissant. I miss the Tarryalls.
Hey, grouperbreath. No, wait, that’s me. No, wait, what’s in a McFish?
How Quill, My friend BG(Bastard Guy) tell me fishing in Great White North good now. Said we should go, bring other friend Lord of Flies. We go soon bring fishing sticks and firewater. Maybe on way we stop and say How at Fish Barrel Pond. BG say wish you “tight shorts”.
Chief Kumkumayou(Dances with Rods).