Captain Don tells no lies. The East Bay trip remains etched in my memory as my second closest near death experience, with the first being that one time in high school when, at 1 am, I snuck over to you lass who had just gotten her braces, and her father happened to surprise us in her bedroom. But that is a story that should not be told on a family board.
Cuervo, I love fishing the marsh also, especially the drains. But it was that fever for the flavor of a marsh drain that caused us to cross the bay yesterday. "Better drains and salinity on the south shoreline," we thought. Going over, there was not a breath of wind, and we did it in a casual 20 minutes. For me, coming back for me - 1 hour 20 minutes, peddling steady the whole time, with a 15 mph cross wind from the S/SW that bobbed my fat ass around like one of those pretty popping corks you found during your trip on Friday.
Now, I do have to brag on DandyDon. That guy is 20 years older than me, and is in some shape. He beat me across the bay by a good 30 minutes. And to top it off, he outfished me
in his sleep! I think that's three in a row for the Captain now. He is putting the hurt on me like the Astros starting line up against a Dodger bullpen. He is starting to replicate the results illustrated by our beloved "Real Admiral" Saltykat Don Wilchek - that guy could outfish anyone.
In closing, I am eagerly awaiting tomorrow night's game, and hoping that the loonies in La La land get to experience what a real Texas slam is all about, when the Astros clinch it right in their suntanned, wheatgrass stained faces.
Until then, go get you some.
