How many times have I done some or another version of this post?
Fifty? Ninety-nine? No matter. . . to me it never get's boring (the DOING that is, must admit the blogging part is getting a bit old to me).
If it does to you (the reading and or looking), then you know what to do! That's right, figure out your favorite song of ALL TIME. . . and blog about it.
April first and it's HOT; what's up with that? I actually contemplated turning on my A/C but know somewhere deep within that if I'm that much of a puss then this whole life trip extravaganza must surely be about played out. No, I will not turn on my comfort device today, or any time in April OR May.. Fuck that--
Yeah and yes-- ANOTHER blog about fishing/camping and my son (as I sweat here in my fishing boxers).
This coming Tuesday, the one and only kid flies to Camp Pendleton, Cali. for three months of training with "his" Marines that he will be "attached" to as Navy Hospital Corpsman. Then, a week or two off before embarking to Okinawa for two years. Needless to say (I would think) these few days we get together here and there are precious to me, so I try to make the best of them.
Upon his arrival last week I made him mow the grass for the first time of the season. OK, I MOWED, while he cruised KC in my truck visiting his friends and such. Damnet...
After a weekend of parties and him logging some quality time with his girlfriend (see my last blog) we went on a two day camp. Myself, Eli, Uncle Jeff, Richard, Nick and Syl.
Eli was keen on catching crappie with a minnow and bobber rig like he and we used to. For those who don't know, there is no feeling like watching that bobber suddenly disappear under the water with a fat crappie (or other species) on the other end.
On the way, we had a blowout on the right side trailer tire. Bit of unwanted excitement; nightmarish visions of trailer flipping! Luckily, had the spare, which was a challenge to change out there on the interstate, but we got her done teamwork style.
At the lake, safe and sound Monday evening. The night time brought a camp fire, star gazing and endless camaraderie-- much manly bonding!
Next day we caught many fish- six guys in two boats. We showed no mercy (although all of the Smallmouth Bass were released).
The crappie though. . . these are meat! Long periods of fileting sessions. I'm guessing we got 60 or so of these, mostly on minnow and bobber. The action was fast- conditions perfect.
Shore lunch... more like shore supper. Skinless boneless filets ala FRESH.
It was getting late in the day. Still, we made it out again that evening and caught 20 something more.
Once again, Tuesday he departs again and I am sad- again. Even caught him by himself after we got back, in deep thought with the smallest trickle of a tear escaping his eye, wishing he didn't have to leave yet once more.
I rubbed his buzzcut head and gave him a hug, not capable it seemed of finding words even near appropriate, so just choked up a simple "I love you."