Woolly Bugger

Passed The Sniff Test was having a birthday celebration and Oreggano and I decided to attend together. To our surprise, Cream Of Tartar – who isn’t big on social gatherings – decided to join us. “He has a weakness for birthdays,” Oreggano informed me.

I arrived at their house to find Oreggano waiting for me with a headlamp on and her face pressed up against the window. “I know how much you love the headlamp, so I thought I would greet you with it. ” She knows me so well.

Oreggano returned the headlamp to Cream Of Tartar who was busy growing in his hair and tying flies. “I think I’m going to give him (Passed The Sniff Test) a Woolly Bugger,” he told us. “Does he flyfish?” I asked. “I have no idea,” said Oreggano. “Doesn’t matter,” said Cream Of Tartar, “This is far too fine of a woolly bugger not to share.”

After an appertif, Cream Of Tartar stuck the woolly bugger in one of his ear plugs (doubles as a gift bag), we hopped the fence, and walked to the brew pub – Oreggano and Cream Of Tartar are lucky enough to live within fence hopping and walking distance.

Once there, we were joined by Anchors Aweigh. He hadn’t been there too long and had said “Nooo!” to several comments, so when Cream Of Tartar asked if I had a blog name for him I said, “Nooo!” “Nooo!” Anchors Aweigh yelled. Cream Of Tartar didn’t hesitate to share his feelings, “What’s up with people calling their own names out? This is bullshit!”

Being that we were there for Passed The Sniff Test’s birthday, Cream Of Tartar decided to buy him a shot. “How about High West Rendezvous?” Oreggano suggested. “Don’t get him hooked on the good shit,” advised Cream Of Tartar. “Why not?” asked Oreggano, “We’re hooked on it.” “Not me,” I interjected, “I’m hooked on phonics.” “Kul,” replied Anchors Aweigh.

After getting Passed The Sniff Test hooked and giving him the (woolly bugger) hook, we headed back to Oreggano and Cream of Tartar’s house. “Ah, Humidor,” said Cream Of Tartar as he perused his cigar stash. “Do you ladies want a cigar to talk about on the blog?” Although I’m not a smoker, Cream Of Tartar got me hooked on the good stuff several months ago when he shared a little bit of Drew Estate with me, “Do you have any pimp sticks?” I asked with enthusiasm? “No,” he sadly replied and added, “Oh, those were the days.”

So, with our wine in hand, Oreggano and I took position on the stoop and blew smoke.