Day: 106
Dean, who is the captain of the local volunteer fire department, had to get up this morning at 4:30am to get to the station to start cooking the monthly firemans breakfast fundraiser. We, being the lazy bastards we are, set our alarm for 8am and were out of the house to have our all you can eat gravy covered breakfast by 8:30am. We meant lots of the locals who all seemed interested in our trip and all told us their advice on there local culture and road trip tips. We picked up a thirty pack and made our way back to the house for another round of golf, but had to wait for our hosts to return so we could get the clubs out of the office. We hung out on the porch and wrote, etc, etc, etc.
Finally around noon we headed out to the links. I lost by a landslide, I scored 45 on seven holes of golf. I think Dean won with something like a 28. Pathetic score, but in my defense, the beer had really started to kick in by the time we made it through the third hole. I decided, that after a thrilling defeat I should head down to the pier and do something I am sort of good at… floating in the water cooling off, and moving as little as possible. The afternoon rolled by and before we knew it we were getting ready for a Caribbean dinner party the Heather and Dean had been invited to (I wore a hawaiian shirt), and when they had told their hosts that they may not make it because of us, we also received invites. When we arrived at Kathy and Larry’s home we were greeted with cocktails and a plethora of older women (mostly 65+) who all wanted to have a good time. We got a slight buzz and ate until we were stuffed (on another note: all the weight I lost on my ride is already back, Dang!), and were the first to leave; As per Deans earlier instructions that he didn’t really want to hang out all night with these people and we should try to get out of there by 9pm so we could get some fishing in.
Back at the pier we all baited out hooks with minnows; within an hour Matt, Chad and I had all pulled in some catfish. Aaron, on the other hand, stood waiting for a couple of hours with no bites and finally called it a night after Dean found me a net and began teaching me how to fish by sending it sailing into the lake. I played with it until my shoulder was sore, and had caught a few small fish, then let Matt have a try at it, we eventually got lazy and just waited above the water and tried to drop it on the fish. Completely exhausted we all made our way to sleep some time after midnight.
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Our old family secret to catching catfish was to chum the water first. My dad’s favorite trick was to poke holes in a can of dog food and chuck it out where he’d be casting to(Took me forever to figure out why he always caught more fish than the rest of us). Not exactly environmentally friendly, but neither are plates I suppose 😉
Forget the MILF… looks like you are going straight for the GILF these days. That is one sexy grandma you have in you arms!
I agree with Jo. You look so happy Rob, like she just accepted your invite. What the ????