Since receiving sh*t from Louts Cowden and Sutton about the urbane nature of the Salmon recipe, compared to other less-than-fine dining fishing fare I have met in the wilds on various trips, I will indeed opine concerning a whale blubber recipe and one other… Read the rest of this entry »

Look closely and you’ll spot Linden, Dave, Doc, Brian and yours truly at the seventh (and last) annual Robbie Burns Memorial Supper & Poetry Slam to take place at Chatfield’s, a once-venerable saloon in Gladstone, NJ. 

Chatfield’s is long-gone but poetical mischief endures, and Trout Louts have remained a big part of it. Maybe it’s our finely-pickled livers, or the propensity for fishermen to prevaricate. In any case, it’s nearly as much fun as listening to Doc snore from two cabins away and betting on whether he’s swallowed the pillow yet.

We’ll be celebrating the 12th consecutive edition of what some are calling New Jersey’s oldest ecumenical men’s poetry jam on Saturday, January 27, 2007. Look for complete details soon at Burnsnicht.com.

Welcome to the internet home of the Trout Louts, a peripatetic band of raconteurs and fishermen who ask no quarter and offer less. This website will be Under Construction for a brief spell, so pour yourself another whisky and piss-off, mate. We’ll call you when we have something more to say.