05-06-2021, 11:37 PM
No way Cookie was gona post this but I will...
Met up with Pat this morning in the South Marina of Willard. Exchanged a few shekels for trinkets and wished each other well. Also had a sighting of KD and shot the bull for a minute. Good to say hi again.
Watched Pat sail off into the sunrise (okay a bit to much Hemingway there and since he was churning North, there was no sunrise) but we did wave him off into the great blue.
Cookie and I set up in the South Cannel, just where the marina and the cannel meet, buoy 1. Tossed out some cut chub and some mussels and I threw a few jig/flig options at the Greebs to keep them entertained. Had one soft take first thing, but he did not hold on. Then a big nada burger the rest of the morning. Had a few guys set up on each side of us and they also skunked out.
The heat was getting to Cookie (always takes her a while to climatize to the first heat of summer with her MS), so we opted to pull out earlier than normal and take a cool down ride. Swung over to the North Marina to check on the bucket brigade. Looked pretty slow. Found John taking a break from the BRBR and had a good catch up chat. We threw in there for a little while with no action. So we headed home to work on a new game plan.
But wait...what about Cookie's big day....
Oh ya
Swung by Sportsman to get a some reels spooled. Cookie noticed some good looking HUK fishing shirts and wanted to see if they fit. Dressing rooms seemed to be in the state of remodeling, so I told her to just pull it over her shirt where we stood. She did. It was a bit tight. I turned right about then to look at something to my left. I heard this pained yelp - "Help me". I turned around and found that in the process of trying to pull the Huk shirt back off it caught her shirt and peeled it off too. There my blushing bride sat in her bra, with the two shirts tangled on her head. I, as the consummate gentleman, proceeded to pee my pants laughing so hard. She then pulled the whole mess off her head, jerked her shirt out and pulled it back on - inside out - and backwards. I did the pee and laugh thing double. She took off to the restroom trying to cover the tags with her hands. Later, when she asked me why I did not help her, I told her the truth - that the first thing that came to my mind is she just freaked out some kid watching the surveillance cameras, so she might as well of popped the snap on the bra and scrambled his brain for good. Besides its hard to help when in convulsions on the floor peeing your pants. I am sleeping in the trailer tonight if anyone wants to play cards and eat a hot dog. Bring your own hotdog.
Met up with Pat this morning in the South Marina of Willard. Exchanged a few shekels for trinkets and wished each other well. Also had a sighting of KD and shot the bull for a minute. Good to say hi again.
Watched Pat sail off into the sunrise (okay a bit to much Hemingway there and since he was churning North, there was no sunrise) but we did wave him off into the great blue.
Cookie and I set up in the South Cannel, just where the marina and the cannel meet, buoy 1. Tossed out some cut chub and some mussels and I threw a few jig/flig options at the Greebs to keep them entertained. Had one soft take first thing, but he did not hold on. Then a big nada burger the rest of the morning. Had a few guys set up on each side of us and they also skunked out.
The heat was getting to Cookie (always takes her a while to climatize to the first heat of summer with her MS), so we opted to pull out earlier than normal and take a cool down ride. Swung over to the North Marina to check on the bucket brigade. Looked pretty slow. Found John taking a break from the BRBR and had a good catch up chat. We threw in there for a little while with no action. So we headed home to work on a new game plan.
But wait...what about Cookie's big day....
Oh ya
Swung by Sportsman to get a some reels spooled. Cookie noticed some good looking HUK fishing shirts and wanted to see if they fit. Dressing rooms seemed to be in the state of remodeling, so I told her to just pull it over her shirt where we stood. She did. It was a bit tight. I turned right about then to look at something to my left. I heard this pained yelp - "Help me". I turned around and found that in the process of trying to pull the Huk shirt back off it caught her shirt and peeled it off too. There my blushing bride sat in her bra, with the two shirts tangled on her head. I, as the consummate gentleman, proceeded to pee my pants laughing so hard. She then pulled the whole mess off her head, jerked her shirt out and pulled it back on - inside out - and backwards. I did the pee and laugh thing double. She took off to the restroom trying to cover the tags with her hands. Later, when she asked me why I did not help her, I told her the truth - that the first thing that came to my mind is she just freaked out some kid watching the surveillance cameras, so she might as well of popped the snap on the bra and scrambled his brain for good. Besides its hard to help when in convulsions on the floor peeing your pants. I am sleeping in the trailer tonight if anyone wants to play cards and eat a hot dog. Bring your own hotdog.
Remember: keep the lid on the worms, share your jerky, and stop by to say hi to Cookie and the Cowboy-Pirate crew