Amongst my inane blog chatter the last few months it may have not been apparent that we are actually a magazine that puts out…well a magazine. The first and ever issue of SCOF, if you don’t count the Spring issue, will hit your basement computers within two weeks of me writing this. I am probably gonna pee myself with excitement at least three times between now and then, ok maybe four. We have been feverishly writing gibberish, and taking photos of the weird, in preparation for unleashing our special Southern brand of ridiculosity upon the masses. Until that happens keep checking back in with us, I might just have a nervous breakdown right in front of your eyes.
…and just so you don’t think reading this was a complete waste of your Thursday, ponder this,
What came first the fly fisherman or his tweeds?
Think about it….