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:
Yes, the 1980s. Back when I could evidently support my own weight using only my butt muscles. Strange days, indeed.