Looks like the Oldsmobile finally caught that Fishtail.

"Should I take this Oldsmobile home or throw it back?"

"Congratulations on your purchase of a new 1978 Delta 88.
Unfortunately, due to California state emissions control, the only thing you'll be smoking on the highway is those kippers".

The yearly Murray Dodge fishing competition was always a lot of fun for Bob and his friends. They got their drink on, smoked a lot of cigars, and talked a good game. The best part was gathering the fish together to be placed down at Murray Olds inside of all this years models. They just needed to get back at dusk on Sunday. That's the advantage of blue laws when no one was around. Some how they never suspected a thing even though this was the sixth year for the fishing competition.

The 1978 Oldsmobile Delta 88 Royale's first and last club outing. Strangely enough, also the first outing of the Wet Bear Appreciation Society after Roger tripped and fell in the stream.

This Isn't Your Father's Oldsmobile. But Feel Free To Drive It, While Wearing Your Grandfather's Fishing Hat. Dork.

'Twere bananas she'd demanded today and so Teddy, now, was driving like the wind–and not just a gentle breeze, mind you, but a gyot-danged sirocco, or a zonda–on a damned-fool errand in the general direction of a town whose presence they were able to divine from a towering and persistent pillar of oil smoke somewhat east of north.
It was upon this beacon that his eyes were fixed when he rounded the corner alongside the creek. The brightness of the otherwise-overcast sky was dazzling and his eyes, for a moment, saw only shadows as they returned to the road before him. Then the miracle of aperture and iris did their trick and four guys magically appeared like rabbits from top hats.
Teddy had time to think the word "fish" before he jerked the wheel and the world began tumbling violently for what seemed like an hour but was probably more like three seconds. Then it all stopped and Teddy saw, just up the road a piece, something yellowish, something longish.
"Bananas," he said out loud. The world went dark, and the sound of a woodpecker filled the air.

"Once your parents start to do it, it's no longer cool." thought David as he attempted to kill the "Old photo recreation" trend once and for all.

Dean's friends were disappointed to learn that "taking the boat to go fishing" meant a ride to the creek in his Olds.

As it started to rain Bob said "Snap the dang picture the river will be this deep any minute."

I didn't say I caught the biggest Crappie, I said I bought the biggest Crappy.