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Fishing Long Sleeve T Shirt

fishing long sleeve t shirt
    long sleeve
  • a sleeve extending from shoulder to wrist
    t shirt
  • A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat
  • jersey: a close-fitting pullover shirt
  • A T-shirt (T shirt or tee) is a shirt which is pulled on over the head to cover most of a person's torso. A T-shirt is usually buttonless and collarless, with a round neck and short sleeves.
  • T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.
  • the act of someone who fishes as a diversion
  • the occupation of catching fish for a living
  • The activity of catching fish, either for food or as a sport
  • (fish) any of various mostly cold-blooded aquatic vertebrates usually having scales and breathing through gills; "the shark is a large fish"; "in the living room there was a tank of colorful fish"
fishing long sleeve t shirt - Redington Rex
Redington Rex Technical Fly Fishing Tee, Mens Shirt, Xlarge, Sage
Redington Rex Technical Fly Fishing Tee, Mens Shirt, Xlarge, Sage
The Redington Rex Technical Tee is long sleeved and extremely comfortable. This technical tee is lighter than a vented woven shirt with the great features that matter to anglers.
Features of this item:
Xlarge: Chest 46-48, Waist 40-42, Sleeve 35/36, Neck 17-17.5 inches
Side pleats for increased mobility, self fabric tool pocket for easy one handed access and storage
Elongated sleeves for hand protection from the sun, UPF 30+, fast wicking, quick dry
Anti microbial technical tee that is comfortable and lighter than a vented woven shirt
This long sleeved shirt offers the features that matter to anglers
External Fabric: 100% Polyester (160gr)
Item Weight: 0.88 lbs.
Model Number: 5SM08834104
UPC: 608895965789

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35 - keep portland weird
35 - keep portland weird
Shannon and I flew up to Portland to attend her old college roommate’s wedding…and it was, well, interesting. So interesting, that I’m breaking the one picture per week rule! This week’s update is going to be a travelogue…because that’s the only way I can sum up the dichotomy that is Portland. Going to Portland, I definitely gained a better appreciation for public transportation and trees. The MAX is very nice and I could easily get accustomed to using the train to go places – I don’t remember the BART being so effective, but then again, I’ve only ridden on the BART as a tourist and not as a commuter. Why can’t LA/OC have an effective rail system? The MAX took us everywhere we needed to go…well, almost everywhere. The wedding venue was in an arboretum – off the beaten path. Literally. The train took us to a stop at the park entrance, but the transportation for us that was supposed to be there was late to the wedding and we were early – so, we had to hike it up: As much as I wanted to hike around, I didn’t want to hike around in formal attire – me in hard-soles shoes, slacks, and a long-sleeved shirt and shannon in a nice dress and flip-flops (I kept her shoes in my backpack). It also didn’t help that I can’t tell one tree apart from another, so…we got lost. What was supposed to be a quick ten-minute ‘walk’ became a half-hour (it felt way longer) hike on mostly unpaved trails. I’m sure we made some hikers and trail runners laugh. I really hated life after the hike – Shannon noticed and told me to go and take pictures. So, I took pictures of the trees. Trees were plentiful and green. The color green is beautiful, but definitely in your face. If you looked around, the color green was EVERYWHERE: The wedding was good. The open bar made it great. The music was awesome (I need to ask Wajma for her playlist and I need to make at least 30 Indian friends). Other than the wedding in the forest, we also managed a little bit of time to ourselves to explore around the city. We made it to Powell’s bookstore – the LARGEST used bookstore I’ve ever been through. Shannon felt out of place walking in there with her Kindle. That’s another one of the dichotomies – Portland, though seemingly sophisticated, is trying very hard to hold on to things. Everywhere we went, people were reading paperbacks – and not just typical NY Times summer reading fare – rather, older, denser – tomes. I saw a couple people reading philosophy in a restaurant and another guy reading Neruda. Speaking of restaurants, we have a better appreciation of proper service. The seafood place that was recommended to us: …either had the world’s most laid-back service or had the world’s best server who could pick out the anally-retentive couple from fast-paced SoCal. Typically, if you ask for a fork, you’re promptly brought silverware. Not here. We had to eat our salad with our fingers and used the knives already on the table to eat our entree. Once my first pint of IPA was emptied, I asked for another – which was brought when I asked for the check. WTF? On the other side of the street though, we ended up at Voodoo Donuts: I could have ordered a donut with bacon on top. Or skittles. Or something deep fried and covered in chocolate. I played it safe and had an apple fritter with a large cup of local Portland coffee. It was a good breakfast. Unfortunately, Shannon didn’t think so, so we ended up walking around the Saturday market to look for food. We ended up with a vegan breakfast burrito made by a hippie, two wooden tops with launchers, and a clay 3-note whistle shaped like a fish. You can guess who bought the toys and who bought the healthy food. The Saturday market wasn’t what we expected. It seems like Portland has a surplus of ‘unique’ artists. We did see some very unique art – like an artist who drew pictures out of numbers. Literally. Beautiful pictures but every line/color/shape was a number. We talked about the meanings of the numbers and I totally geeked out when she said that her snail pictures used the Fibonacci sequence. I love snails and I love the golden ratio, but I already had three toys… The Saturday market definitely brings Portland’s motto to life: Portland is definitely weird. I could probably fit in, but probably not. The idea of being weird implies that you subscribe to a specific way of life. Hearing punk music in a restaurant seems appropriate in Portland…but hearing Lady Gaga wouldn’t be. It’s hard to describe. In Portland, it’s mainstream to be antiestablishment, but to be disestablishmentarian in Portland means you’re really supporting antidistestablishmentarianism. Finally, I appreciate cookies. The Doubletree (where we stayed) is a very nice full-service hotel, but the only thing that was free was the supply of warm cookies at the front desk. Internet wasn’t free. Towels weren’t plentiful (there was only ONE towel in our room). Thus, our requests for free cookies went from “Welcome to the Doubletree, please enjoy a coo
never done a sex scene in a movie
never done a sex scene in a movie
i put the laundry away today - i think that we have a problem - this isn't even 2 weeks worth of laundry - i also realized that when all of our clothes are clean at the same time, they don't all fit in the drawers :) and this wasn't even all of it, our towels, sheets and j's workout clothes aren't even included in this photo - yikes

fishing long sleeve t shirt
fishing long sleeve t shirt
Columbia Men's Silver Ridge Long Sleeve Shirt, Fossil, Large
Refined yet rugged and always up for a journey, this wonderfully wearable button-up is the ideal accompaniment to adventure, unlike other crinkly and abrasive members of the button-up family, the silver ridge features a soft, quiet fabric that's a luxury to wear, we've increased the sun protection to upf 50, while omni-wick advanced evaporation keeps you comfortable in the face of serious sweat, when your heart rate's maxing out, relieve the sizzle by rolling up the adjustable sleeves using the button loops bedecking each upper arm, stash keys, change, and boarding passes in the front flap pockets, authentic fit