I seem to collect rocks and feathers... does that mean I'm flighty but grounded?
Spent yesterday on the river chasing salmon with Dad and (his friend) D. I get very leery about the chances of a successful outing when the only trailers at the ramp are gov guys. I won't get into the prelaunch: dead battery, the travel
to D's house to get another, the fact that D's place needs to be
dozed...
Drove ol Ugly up and down all the hot spots. The river is really low, which means you have to go really really fast to plane over the gravel bars. Yee Haw!
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| recent catch on SacRiverGuide.com boat |
Dad was frustrated that he was not even getting a bump, with salmon jumping all around us, D didn't seem to care. Though D wasn't real happy to have to get in the river with me, to help lift the motor out of the water to unplug the weeds from the intake, twice.
Dad is really pushing it lately! Dad, D, and I were talking about shotguns and bird hunting while waiting for a damn salmon to jump into ol Ugly, when Dad says to D, "If you'll take Brig pheasant hunting down at the range, I'll pay for all the birds." Which embarrassed the heck out of me, and I think D as well...
D stuttered... "aaah sure, I aaah can take her, I guess!" Really, what could the poor man say, he's in Dad's boat, in the middle of the river, with me at the helm. Dad is getting way too into his scheming, I have no interest in D, and I suspect D feels the same about me. He knows Trouble when he sees it.
My granddaughter, Lauren, played HS volleyball up here yesterday evening. So I got to see her and Marymine. Yeah! Lauren, calls'm as she sees'm, is a really good player, and a hoot to boot.
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| part of the WINNING team, Lauren on the R |
