Hatteras N.C. trip Nov. 2008....

Mike Neave, John Tryfiak, Dave Stocker, Rick Kasowski and Bill Shulz ran away from home and headed to Hatteras for a few days of fishing and mayhem. Proof of their bad behavior follows......

Just sit in the back and relax Shulzy, we'll get you there in no time.

 

Mike, Kaz and Shulzy taking a breather.

Think this tub will make it out to Cuba?

If you go fast enough, you're bound to snag onto a fish sooner or later.

Ok, that didn't work. Guess we better try it the old fashioned way.

I think I got a bite. Quick bring me a beer I need strength.

John, Mike, Kaz and Shulz with their trophies.

At least Dave is proud enough to hold his catch up properly.

Why do these guys want you back? Do you owe them money?

Hey, can we get some beer here please?

Don't worry John, you can have some of my fish.

John says, "they have the best beer in this place. Just ask Mike".

Finally, a little sunshine.

Ok Mr. Slimey, you're going down.

Gathering up courage.

Shulzy's on the wagon.

Yes dear, I'm behaving myself, but the other guys aren't.

Mike wait till you meet this old guy I met who knows where all the big ones are. No, I mean fish.

 

Kaz found a friend who said he would take him fishing for a real big fish.

Wow, that is a really big fish. What a pal!

I think I caught Jaws! Quick get me some dynamite while I wrestle him down!

See what happens when you mess with the Kaz?

Jaws and his pals all iced up, ready to go home with Kaz.

Not a bad little shack to stay in.

Nothing like a good Cuban to mellow you out after a tough day at sea.

Fill er up with your finest and don't forget my frequent flier miles.

Packing up Jaws and his friends for the trip home.

 

That was fun. Now let's get all our stories straight, guys.