Oh yeah- the only part of the old sarge I could see , sticking out from under the dead drunk , 300 lb. , barmaid was his feet ! , no wait , that was another time , any way there we were , just below tree line ( about 10,500 , us not treeline ) , late in the day , homebrew , fresh CHILES , hookah , you know the drill , we put a little butter and olive oil in the pan , a few scallions , some fresh puriras , and then ! baited up and snuck down to the shore , one cast apiece and BANG , BANG twin 14 in. 2 lb. flaming orange brookies - gutted and rinsed and in the pan , still flopping ! O.K now the sun is setting , it's one of those bright pink STABBED through with silver minor miracle , semi-religious ones , O.K now we are eating ( no utensils alowed ) and watching the colors , and a red tail sails right over our heads and flares his tail into the silver rays , CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE , his tail begins to glow , somewhere between and among red , silver, and JERRY, inside that glow is a face , DAMN , I think someones at the door !!! , I,ll be right back BILL ..... by far Colorado's highest CHILE grower