Parker and I rallied our Sportsters up to the Middle Provo. Nothing like a nice morning cruise to go fishing. We knew the river was gonna be busy, but goddamn. The hole we wanted to fish was full. So talking amongst ourselves about where to go, we heard "Hey retards." We looked over to the random fisherman "As long as you don't act like a couple of dumbasses you can fish next to me, and we can change our spots up as the day goes on." So we took him up on his offer and slayed over a bakers dozen between us. Thanks random fisherman and keep rippin them lips.

Parker with a nice brown