FFS Nat Pagle

Yes, I's got me a cooler. Yes, is fulla beer. Yes, I's catchin' me some fish.

Now, git yer soggy arse an' yer soggy horse off the bottom of the lake an' go back ta the garrison so's ya can sober up.

Go Home, Nat Pagle. Yer SO Fuhggin' Drunk

So Kinnavieve were out on her raft fishin' in the garrison. Doin' her daily, mindin' her business, when ol' Nat got hisself a notion. 'Stead of sittin' on the shore, drinkin' his beer, he went an' hopped on a horse an' rode out to. No, I got no flubbernuggin' clue how he managed that, he just did.

He gave her some advice ....

.... an' then he passed out.

Next day he were over at me garrison, doin' the same dang thing. Except this time he couldn't manage the ridin' on the water so he just stayed on the bottom of the pond.

.... and then he done passed out again.

When Fishin' Fer Fire Ammonites ....

.... may I suggests what ya go with a 20-pound asbestos line. Even if'n it be snowin'.

Fish Tremble At The Mention Of Me Name

Just likes ogres, murlocs, worgs, cows, insane Tuskars, Timmy the Cruel, yeti, ghosts of the Highborn, gnolls, arakkoa, Chillmaw, scorpions, bears, abominations, muddy crawfish, pirates, clefthoofs, crocolisks, Amani trolls, Attumen the Hunter, skeletal casters, Scarlet Crusaders, quillboar, nagas, fire elementals, void walkers, gronn, that one white-furred furbolg in Felwood, insecure boyfriends, Alterac rams, vrykul, fel orcs, centaur, pirates, zombie pirates, infernals, wolvar, that dude with all the feathers, spiders, cultists, panthers, tigers, raptors, Knucklerot, Luzran, dwarf archeologists, zombie trolls, mo'arg, kegs of ale, dark iron dwarves, blue dragons, black dragons, infinite dragons, Gamon, kobolds, wind elementals, zombie ninja pirates, pygmies, bears, iron dwarves, oozes, magnataur, fel reavers, satyrs, peaceful farmers in Hillsbrad, wretched, Dragonmaw ascendants, and target dummies.

Dead Chicks Have Nice Butts

Helllooo .... Thiss is DangerMouse. I am Forsaken.

A while back, I posted this sscreenshot of myself, just to prove that over-sexed elf chicks aren't the only ones with nice buttss. Now  Vyprania has been doing a lot of fishing lately, and Ratterss reminded me that it has been a while ssince we have given you dirty-minded living readers a gratuitousss butt shot, so here is one. Enjoy the hormone russh.

Oh, for frak's ssake. I thought you living would like a chance to ssee the inner beauty and all that noble crap. Fine. Because I am a cooperative walking abomination in the eyess of nature, here she is again, without the iron boot flask:

It is a nice scene, issn't it, with the shattered highway of a dead civilization in the background and a drowning whelp in the foreground?

Still Fishy To Me

Weeds? Empty Vial? Tangled Fishing Line??!? These just ain't fish in me book.

Still, is congo rats ta Vyppers.

Some Fishes Is Fishier Than Other Fishes

So Vyprania the Death Knugget done been learnin' fer ta fish. Apparentlies she's gettin' tired of havin' ta ask Kinnavieve ta go catch up Dragonfins fer they's filets. Not sure what Kinna's gettin' in return - prolly makes Vyp polish her armor or some such. But I digresses.

Me point is, in my day, when ya caught a fish, it were, ya know, a fish. Not driftwood. Not tangled fishing line. And certainly not an empty rum bottle! Great googly moogly.

And one other thing - why is the rum gone???!?

'Cause I's So Fuhggin' Diplomatic

I ain't never fished in Stormwind before, so I figgered I'd try it out. Now them guards, they were none too happy fer ta see a orc strollin' in the gate, even if I was dressed in me freshly laundered tuxedo and armed only with a fishing pole. Shoved me up against the wall, duped everything outta me bags, called me some rude names, but I didn't take it personal. They asked a few questions, like What were I up to during the Second War (learning ta walk), Did I eat manflesh (not fer at least three weeks - you seen them crazy prices on the AH?) and Were it me what peed on the statue of Anduin Lothar and carved me name in the base (I said it musta been some other Ratshag - mebbe a dwarf). Anywho, they eventually let me go down inta that pit at the front of the city. Were a bugger named Jorgen there, but he understood fishing and let me be.

And afters I were done, that International Council of Achievement Awarding Buggers done awarded me ten points, on account of me being such a diplomatic flubbernugger.

Just Chillin' in Ironforge

A Good Excuse To Start Fishing Again

Ain't been doing much fishing lately, but I just saw this in the list of stuff what be coming with Patch 2.4. Is might be a reward from the fishing dailies. Sounds good to me!

Here Fishy Fishy Fishy!

Check it out! Me and Sleepy Willy is fishing in Zangarmarsh now. Got me skill over 300 and everything.

Great thing about fishing in Outland is the fish is actually worth eating. Even in the shallow end of Zangarmarsh (no pesky nagas, and the hydras pretty much leave me alones) I can catch the stuff for stewed trout, blackened sporefish, and feltail delight. Little more practice, and I'll be catching motes of water and goldenscale vendorfish likes a pro.


Wants to thank thems what been inspiring me to keep pushing forward with this hobby - the Egolisticacious Priest, the assault-and-battery bitch, almost evil Hydra, and me guildie Mr. Hoof. Thanks guys!

You Too Good!

I's been practicing me fishing. The fishies in Outland is sneaky buggers (somethin' to do with all that nether I guess) and I just ain't got the skills yet to catch'em. So I practices. Oh, and I read that book, The Bass and You. Was good. Had lots of pictures and everything, and didn't give me papercuts.

But recently, I hit a wall. Just wasn't getting any better. So I goes and talks to Lumak, the fishing trainer in Org to see if there's anything he can show me. " Lumak no can teach Ratshag no more. You too good!" he says. "Find Lumak friend, Nat Pagle. Is human but no eat! Is Lumak friend! Nat teach you fish gooder."

I'd heard of Nat Pagle. They talks about him at all the docks and fishing holes from Shadowprey Village to Revantusk. He's like the best of the best. Won the Stranglethorn Fishing Extravaganza when he was like, four years old or sumthin'. And I gots to find him.

He ain't an easy man to find. I knew he was in the Dustwallow Marshes somewhere, but you know, there's a fuhggin lot of water there. Fortunately, the spiders and crocolisks and other vermin could tell I was an orc not to be messed with and pretty much left me alone as I searched. Finally found him on this small island off the coast, about as far from anywhere as you can get. Once we established that I was there about fishing and not to eat him or nuthin', he relaxed and said sure he could teach me some stuff. But like everybody else on this freakin' World, he wanted something first. At least it weren't too much. Just one exotic fish from each Desolace, Feralas, Strangethorn, and the Swamp of Sorrows. Weren't too bad. The only one what gave me trouble was the Feralas Ahi - had to ride into town and by me some lures.

So I got me fish and took 'em back to Mr Nagle, wracking up some serious frequent flyer points along the way. And thens we had ourselves a good cookout. Those fish grilled up real nice, not like the crap you get from the ponds in Org and Thunder Bluff (I won't even mention the stuff you get in the sewers in UnderCity!) and I had me Brewfest pony keg (Nat's a man what likes his beer). And then he showed me a few tricks about casting and reeling. They was the sorta stuff what seemed obvious after, like yer kickin' yerself for not figuring it out on yer own, 'cept you never would've in a million years. And sure enough, as we's fishing and drinking and watching the turtles go by, I could feel me skills slowly improving again.

Fishsticks, here I comes.

Interesting Stuff Learned Whilst Spying On A Friend

So, I's looking up the armory profile of Da Egotistcalacious Priest (who drinks whiskey two mugs at a time!). Not 'cause I wants ta laugh at her gear or talent choices or nuthin'. Naw, I just wants to see how her fishin' skill is coming along, since she'd said wanted to get good at it but thought it was duller than listening ta Taurens debate philosophy. As a newcomer to da sport, I was curious. If she had a higher skill I was gonna take that as motivation. If nots, den it be an opportunity to encourage. As it happened, my skill be higher. So.

/target Ego
/encourage
/cheer

While I was dere, though, sumthin' caught me eye. Her Unarmed Combat Skill is 2. Not 1, which would mean she never punched nobody, but 2. Means she hit somebody wit' her hand exactly one time. How is that, I wonders. Was she once in a desparate battle wit' da pirates outside o' Booty Bay, out of mana, desparately swinging her staff, when some uncouth ruffian disarmed her, forcing her to resort to slam the heel of her hand inta the bridge of his nose, buying enough time for her mana to regenerate and allowing her to smite his ass down?

Or did she one time bitch-slap a dwarf, just to see what it would feel like?

Anywho, let's go fishin' together in Ashenvale or somesuch, Ego. I'll bring my new pony keg, you bring some fishnet stockings. What ya say?