Stuck in Arcata but never a dull moment

While we’ve been patiently waiting for the Rust Rocket to get a new engine here in Arcata (reports of its demise we’re sorely overstated!) we, Blood Orphans and I, Dudley Cunnybrook of Cunnybrook Farm, Kentucky, have availed ourselves of some most delicious activities of the gustatorial type. Oh perhaps you cannot imagine my visage and need relief for your mind’s eye. To which I provide this picture of my handsome profile:  Oh wait that is most unflattering, I shall download another:

Both of these pics were taken upon the banks of the mighty Humboldt Bay, where I and the band did done fish, in a quiet inlet off of succulent State Route 255. I was successful in catching a grouper and a Walleye, while Darlo grabbed three catfish in his meaty paws. Sadly, Bobby cut his already tragic hands quite badly, reaching into a bag he thought contained cheeseburgers, but instead housed my carefully tied flies, and all hooks attached therein. No stitches were needed but the poor young man was most displeased. Here’s another picture of my catch:  Such fun times with the mighty band; to think that only a month ago I was wasting away as the Spaceland handy-man. Now I travel this sacred American land and am pleased to take in all its bounty! Tomorrow we again ride into the rock and roll sunrise!