This week, Darren Jones and Troy "The Ranch Fairy" Fowler look for naked people and stock up on Top Dogs at the H.E.B., we make ceviche out of three-day-old tacos and fail to produce dock light trout, dip our feet in Mexican gravy to chum up some surf tarpon, and long for the days when Padre Island was so dangerous nobody with a Subaru ever showed up there. 

This week, veteran Ozark fly guide, Steve Dally, keeps the garlic bread hot while stopping his boat from flipping over, we go full Iron Chef to find the next great streamer tyer, opt into the Wal-Mart lamb but pass on live grasshoppers, and get run off the road by a jellybean car on our way to the Love Fest.

This week, Nate P. of "Shore Lunch With Nate P" checks the lingerie section of JC Penny for tuna-stuffed trolling lures, we become tornadoes in the kitchen and tigers in the garden, get creeped out by a man with Ramen Noodle hair, and slather our fish steaks with Thousand Island dressing before having our favorite red spoon banished to the basement. 

This week, YouTuber Sam Panko makes terrible footwear decisions and macro-influences some bronzebacks into the top of the funnel, we decide not to provoke Karens for video views and vow to never tie a uni-knot in braid again, roll the dice on baby snakes after our mom forced us to go to the trout park, and display no fear in the karate-bass summer camp dojo. 

Guide Joe Demalderis fulfills green drake dreams and has green drake nightmares about the elasticity of geriatric chicken skin. 

This week, guides Joe Demalderis and Bill Longstreet peer into the fog only to find a little mystery fish gumming up the works, we go full-blown panic mode when a bug touches our arm inappropriately, add squeaky sound effects to our moues fly retrieves, and find out that Frank from the bar likes to wear ladies underpants.

This week, artist Mike Sudal celebrates ice cold trout victory after opting for the magnum fenders, we fly all the way to Europe and realize we left our Van Staal at home on purpose, tape everyone's mouth shut while trying to dock at the marina, and loft a Hail Marty on the radio to learn how to turn our boat on for the first time. 

This week, Miles Nolte drags his kid through the prop wash hoping to finally catch a largemouth worth mounting, we horrify medical professionals with the smell of our rotting ears, go on a noodling safari with a lovable screw-up, and recommend wedding venues where you can still catch massive rainbows even if you're accidentally drunk.

This week, legendary angler Pete Maina refuses to re-hook a fish for the sake of better Saturday morning TV, we crank some Foghat at the VFW and go night scoping for sponsorship deals, long for the days when trophies followed more than they ate, and add some balls to our Suicks to show the kids how it's done. 

This week, Captain Frank Crescitelli bums a light from a man in the dog house 100 miles offshore, we catch a winning tuna after removing a hex by spitting on the ground, illegally drive to Florida so we can (kinda) legally drive in Staten Island, and pay divers to tell us were the giant fluke we won't catch live.