C3 Annual Striper Classic

We got a new dude running New England for us these days and when he was in Seattle a couple weeks ago he mentioned an idea of gathering a few of our good shop friends together for a fishing trip. Boom, bam, done and it was on. Back in New England for the 3rd time in 8 weeks. But what the hell, Striped Bass fishing with the boys? Why not.

The cast of characters for the first annual Striper Classic. Guido (Civil), Bub (E.B. Leomonster), Adam (Cutting Edge), Spike (E.B. Wista), Andrew (C3 New England Rep), Me, Mike Lee (Fat Trax), Scott Stevens (Think Thank Right Brain closing part guy), Ross (Think Thank Filmer & extra's shred part - dude rips) and Dave (Credo). To get the competitive spirit rolling $20 a head was collected and dude with biggest Striped Bass takes all, along with a CAPiTA Party Shark of their choice.
5A.M. comes early as a start time, specially when Ross and Stevens roll into the hotel room at 1A.M. Then Scott wants to be talked to so he can go to sleep like Adam Sandler in Funny Men. Asleep by 2:30A.M. Thanks Scott.

Suns just coming up as we're just going out.

6:30A.M.ish - 7A.M. celabratory first beers are cracked. Yea, it's gonna be a long day.

First fish for me...Striper!

Hero, with a double team.

Ross the boss does not stop smiling. "Dude, what the fuck are you smiling about???!!!"

Spike with a 35 pounder after it was bled. Andrew's claiming this is a 40 poundah!

Durfey got on the boat, puked, fished, took a nap then caught this lunker.

Hacksaw Magurk

"You want this in steaks or filets guy? Skin on or skin off?"

Dead homiez. Our boat caught 18 bluefish, 1 striper and a sea bass. Then we saw a monster sunfish on the way in.

A cooler full of meat. Shit was from the ocean to the grill in hours. We're so green.

While grilling in the backyard, some old Von Dildo p.o.p. was spotted.

As well as some out of date posters.

And a slingshot found it's way in our hands.

Sleepy getting NASTY with the wrist rocket. I'm feeling that this is a word that replaced SAVAGE from my day. Nasty, you heard it here first.

Target practice for hours guy! "Dude, DO NOT shoot that shit ovah the fence and hit my fuckin neighbors house. OK!!!"

Off to a couple of bahrs in New Port R.I.

Where we ran into our bro, Justin who owns BLVD. Not stoked that he didn't have a Party Shark shirt.

1:30A.M. pizza booze soak up. Thank GOD for this.

I woke up at 9:30A.M. this morning to an empty room. Took a shower and saw "Grassy Ass Party Shark" in the steam...

...and a note by the computer.

Trip was NASTY. So NASTY that we're already planning the second annual. This time we're fishing for shark. Speaking of, congrats Guido on your new 158 CAPiTA Party Shark.