We fishermen know that in order to catch the big ones, ya gotta be awake to reel 'em in. And that takes coffee. A big ol' boot full. And where does one get a big ol' boot full of coffee? From the Barboot Coffee House and Casino in Reno Nevada, of course. Well, if it's 1965, anyway. If any of you fellers (or ladies) happen to have caught a big ol' CG127709 or CG112312 whilst I was a young 'un crawlin' around on my parents' carpet, poopin' my drawers, I'd appreciate it if you'd sell me that trophy of yours. Or trade me for one of my fine catches. Here's some pictures of what I'm looking for. Images courtesy of the Fish Guide, er Chip Guide. And I don't mind sayin' that I'm upset that my neighbor, Steve Blust, appears to have had one of these but didn't hang on to it long enough to make it available to me. Shame on you, Steve. Shame, shame, shame. Not very neighborly of you, I must say.