It’s becoming clear that we will inevitably be hit by lightning this summer. Just doesn’t make sense to try to run around avoiding the storms. I know the basics: shut off all of the electronics; go inside and stay away from exposed metal; try not to let the crew know how nervous lightning makes you etc. When we are hit I assume two things will happen: the boat will most likely not make it home under its own power and one of us will be cooked through. My question is how long does the other surviving member of the crew have to wait before he can justify eating the cooked guy? Sure, we’re fishing close to home. But the wind will probably be blowing out of the west…we could be out there for hours.
Archive for July, 2012
You see people, there are just some people that are fishy. Doesn’t matter what they do, where they do it or how they just catch fish. I am not one of those people. My solution? Just treat those fishy people like any other intangible on the water. For example I might fish a certain spot because of the tide; or water temperature; or moon or whatever. I wouldn’t fish a spot because fishy person caught fish there. I can’t compete with that. So just move on.
Have a fun summer you miserable fishy pricks.
Ladies…if you’re going to watch this video you should take several precautionary steps to prevent unnecessary stress. First, get yourself a glass of cold water. Second, take several ice cubes and roll them in a damp towel to cool off if need be. Third, make sure that you are alone should the mood strike.
I do wish I knew how to edit movies in high speed…it’s much funnier on my computer.
Now, we’re all adults here and I think that we can discuss this topic in an appropriate manner. For years I loved swim trunks, but nowadays I just spend too much time ‘out’ of them. And trust me…this is somehow belly related or ass influenced because I certainly don’t think my balls are getting any bigger. As a matter of fact aside from a few gray pubes I think everything is business as usual.
I don’t know that I’m quite hip enough to pull off the board shorts. No liner? No underpants? WTF? But I’m thinking if my balls are going to be out anyway, why have them pinched by a rubber band? I’m as weird as they come but ball torture isn’t my thing. That’s it, it’s decided. Board shorts from now on. I only hope that I can find a place to buy them without some 20yr old db wearing lenseless glasses and skinny jeans asking me some smartass question in some cool guy slang. Hey kid, I can get crunk with the best of them. I think.
Stand up paddle boarders, canoe’ers (?), windsurfers…I’m not going to tell you what to do. It’s no longer my place. If you want to paddle down the middle of the channel despite having half a mile on either side of you that’s your prerogative. But don’t start throwing dirty looks at every boat that doesn’t slow down for you. Your boat needs five inches of water and if you hit bottom, you might have to stand up to move? Power boats need more than that and if they hit bottom it could cost thousands.
Should you have your own sanctuary void of power boats where you can enjoy the beauty of nature? Sure. And you do. So go fucking find them. There are plenty of places where there is relatively low boat traffic, or none at all. Put some effort in or deal with it.
That is all.
Tell me you weren’t thinking about this as soon as you read prerogative.
Water sealed the deck. Then off to the Fiesta parade and a pretty good buzz(Thanks again Mark and Kara). Then home for a nap in the hammock after sneaking out of the party. Then off to the Millstore for four new Adirondack chairs ($29 unfinished. Can’t be beat). Then put a second coat on the deck. Man…getting a little thirsty.
Eh, they can’t all be gems.
cell phone? Check.
white boots? Check.
Little portable grill? Check.
Almost time to go tuna fishing.