Bagholder has always had a Love/Hate relationship with Las Vegas, the modern-day Mecca of Gambling & Debauchery. Originally built by gangsters, the desert paradise was a one-of-a-kind destination designed to get the average Joe to gamble away his paycheck by plying him with discounted/comped hotel rooms, free booze, world-class service, 99-cent prime rib, low-cost entertainment, and of course 24/7 gambling. For those of us old enough to remember the Mob-run Vegas of old, gambling away our paychecks in exchange for all those goodies, felt like a fair trade. It was a Shangri-la of sorts, with a unique atmosphere and vibrant multicolored lights hypnotic enough to pull you away from the responsibilities of your everyday life. It was…a place where time stood still. Bagholder loved it all at first sight.
The rewards are few and far between, but studying the shoreline, the water temperature, depth, and time of day, all can help you get your lure in good. You have to sit for hours, baking in the hot sun, balancing precariously as you piss off the side of the boat, scarfing down a ham sandwich between casts, which you will be doing most of the day and coming up dry. You may get a catch and see that monster so close to the boat, only to lose it in the river at the last second. Finally, you land one and you reel in the big guy; take it to the final dinner table. Sure beats humping the day shift in a corporate cubicle churning out TPS reports for some piece of shit ingrate of a boss.
Just like fishing actually...
And the three cigars were over $80.00 if I recall.
Sort of like fishing I guess.
The rewards are few and far between, but studying the shoreline, the water temperature, depth, and time of day, all can help you get your lure in good. You have to sit for hours, baking in the hot sun, balancing precariously as you piss off the side of the boat, scarfing down a ham sandwich between casts, which you will be doing most of the day and coming up dry. You may get a catch and see that monster so close to the boat, only to lose it in the river at the last second. Finally, you land one and you reel in the big guy; take it to the final dinner table. Sure beats humping the day shift in a corporate cubicle churning out TPS reports for some piece of shit ingrate of a boss.
Just like fishing actually...
And the three cigars were over $80.00 if I recall.
My dad used to say, "Bid 'em high and sleep in the streets." Is that an old saying? I never heard anybody else say it but assumed it was.
That’s why it’s called fishing and not catching and gambling not winning