11:04 a.m. - 2008-03-07
Into the Wild
Spoke with Mom this morning and she reports five inches of snow in her front yard. We are about 150 miles South and all we got was cold rain and drizzle.
This evening the son and I will gather our fishing and camping gear and enough food to cook a big breakfast and have a fish fry at the lake. I have an old percolator coffee pot for that fabulous camp coffee smell and taste. I'm looking forward to that.
I will also take insurance in the form of frozen catfish fillets in the off chance that we fail to catch fish. One way or another we will fry fish at the lake camp. At this time I will accept suggestions for the camp name. All camps must have a name. And not like Jerry or Sam. I'm talking about names like CAMP COON DICK (obvious Fall night hunting camp) CAMP TANG (hopeful camp near girls summer retreat) CAMP BULLSHIT (drinking and bragging camp passed off to the wives as a pre-hunting season clean the lease camp).
Bewilds
