What Micus said… GGGRRRRR. You passed by and did not even take us up on our northern hospitality. I guess we’ll have to drink your share of the rum without you.
Gentlemen, or gentlemen rankers, you can best decide which label fits; we’d have been delighted to look up all of you who lived near our route and the various stops. However, the trip included a wedding, our 12th anniversary celebration, and some other family obligations that shortened the time we had available to do anything beyond the scheduled fishing portion and the driving necessary to get to our scheduled stops in a timely manner.
Indeed, it was a masterful piece of route planning, navigation, and driving on my part which not only allowed us to dodge the outflow from hurricanes, avoid flooding, and travel the scenic route most of the time, but still arrive home in time to pick up our mail before the Post Office closed on the 12th.
I’m sorry we missed meeting many friends who’ve offered advice and fishing guidance. Next trip, we’ll build in time. Gloria’s now a committed fly fisher.
What a great trip!
aka Cap’n Yid.
Stev Lenon, 91B20’68-'69
When the dawn came up like thunder
Some excuse. We would have come to the wedding and helped drink the rum. Right Dave, EPO etc. Heck we could have gotten the bottles of Tequilla and taken the worms from the bottom . We would have had enough worms to fish all week long.
Aach! You’d fish with bait? I’d fish with grenades before using alcohol soaked worms. I only care about catching fish without impaired liver functions.
aka Cap’n Yid.
Stev Lenon, 91B20’68-'69
When the dawn came up like thunder
I thought real pirates rely on whatever they can steal. Rum is the drink of choice, but any port in a storm. And if port is not available, then wine or Tequilla will work too.
Aye me matey, Jed. But we true pirates are a tropical lot…we always keep the holes full of our rum, especially the coconut variety. AAARRRGGGHHHHHOOOUUUCCCHHHH!
I believe me esteemed mate from the other coast meant to store his rum in the hold.
Jed, me lad, your heart’s in the right place but no self-respecting, decent, pirate wishes to be mistaken for a bandito. Pulque juice may make you feel like ye can climb the riggin’; but it can’t warm your innards after a long cold watch like our good ol’ demon rum!
We’ll make a watch stander of ye yet, lad; but ye has to forego those landlubber potions.
I don’t even bring Magen David or Maneschewitz along when fishin’ or free-bootin’!
aka Cap’n Yid.
Stev Lenon, 91B20’68-'69
When the dawn came up like thunder
Now dang it…I ain’t got a ship, so I don’t have a hold to stow rum in, so I dug a “hole” in the sand and buried the rum like any pirate worth his salt would do…eh? Besides, Micus ya ain’t lived til ye drank rum fresh out of a hole!