Hook, Line and Murder

The Ring of the Silver Spurs, herald the most amazing man ever to ride the fairies of the early West. Hop along Cassidy, the same Hoppe you cheer in motion pictures, and the same California you've laughed at in a million times.

Raw courage and picturing have built a legend around this same material. Hop along is a name to be feared, respected, and admired, for the great cowboy rides the trails of adventure and excitement. We employ the hop along Cassidy and and decline as California.

Well, Hoppy, what about our story? We call this one hook line and murder. It began when California and I took off for a peaceful week of fishing, hunting and just loafing around. We made camp on the Big Shama River in New Mexico with a trout worth fat in the mountain timber country full of games.

The second day saw us paddling down from our camps in a canoe we bought from the Navajo. Oh, hoppy, this looks like a good spot. Don't get so impatient, California. Wait, we strike that bend up there.

A form of deep pool, that's where the big rainbows will be. Oh, hoppy. Can't we stop here and fish this man? Oh, all right. You can make it in your diaphragm and zit. We'll pull over to that bank and port of the stream as we float down, huh?

Hey, does it hurt? Diggity. Look out. Hey, did you hear that hoppy? You can't. Look out. I'm a poet. Yeah, yeah. I hope you're a better fisherman than you are a poet. Oh, yeah? What?

What's that? Oh, howdy. No, we're just starting. I have that bush and pullers up for the bank, California. Yeah. Why are you black? Me and my partner own this ranch here. Oh, this is our land.